Joni Edelman

4. A high school government class.

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

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

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

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.