Heidi Yewman

Jane Fonda stood on a warmly lit stage twenty feet from me. Behind her was a massive garish red-purple-pink-yellow-painted image of what was either the

D‑B‑A‑D‑G was the family mantra for me growing up. It meant “Don’t Be a Dumb Girl.” Simple. To the point. Self‑explanatory. Everyone in my family

Hostility and tension engulfed me as soon as I walked into the Capitol. The halls were lined with men wearing plaid shirts that barely covered

What I didn’t ask — and what I’ll never forget. I knew about the Asking Saves Kids (ASK) campaign when I grabbed my friend Brenda’s

How a fake giveaway cracked open my understanding of trust, injustice, and empathy. On the middle shelf, a sign next to an empty fishbowl catches

He’s lying there struggling for breath—fighting staying, fighting going. Pain lives in his 89-year-old face: in the furrow of his brow, the stress lines etched