Joni Edelman

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

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

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

Sam: The first time you mentioned that you have five kids I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL. FIVE HUMANS. FIVE HUMANS CAME OUT OF YOU. Like, not at the same time, but they came out and like, that sounds painful and scary WHY DID YOU DO THAT??

This is an article about a real product that exists, that was designed to deliver an electric shock, to YOUR BODY, to stop you from eati

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