Joni Edelman

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

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

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

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.

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

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

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.