I read The Courage to Heal in two days, despite the horrific, painful and bitterly sad content. My brain felt the urge to vomit and spew...

The buildings in downtown Cheyenne all have their own names, and long-time residents expect everyone to know those names. Clara’s...

The list of therapists hung on my refrigerator for days. Every time I opened the fridge, there it was. The scrawled names seemed to glare...

The countdown to my visit with the psychiatrist ticked to zero. To say I didn’t want to go meet the man would be an understatement. When...