Joni Edelman

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

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.

When it comes to your physique, your mind can actually work against you.

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

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

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?