Joni Edelman

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“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

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.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

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