Joni Edelman

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

The argument against homeschooling is always the same: “Kids need to socialize.”

The Cabbage Soup Diet, aka The "Torture” Diet. You just put cabbage in water and cook it. And you eat it. All day. It is not good. You will still be hungry, and farting — very smelly, paint-peeling farting.