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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month: Four years ago, my breasts were amputated. Yes, you read that right. A surgeon cut them out of my

Behind every statistic about domestic violence is a child or adult carrying scars that don’t always show. This month, I’m reflecting on what that means

When you write a memoir, you never really know if your story will reach someone’s heart. This review of Dumb Girl did—and it took my

Of all the people I interviewed for my film, Behind the Bullet, it was Christen, the woman who attempted suicide by shooting herself in the

After months of planning (and stress) Aug. 19 was launch day at Powell’s City of Books in Portland, Oregon, an institution in the Pacific NW.

Just after we got married 35 years ago, I held you and wiped tears from your cheeks when you woke up from nightmares—remnants of a

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