Joni Edelman

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

It seems that "at 18 months, almost 60% of toddlers were sleeping for 13 to 14 hours per night." HAHA you're so funny Reuters!

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.