Joni Edelman

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

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

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.

Being vulnerable, being seen (even lumpy and naked), admitting weakness, asking for help — these acts inspire and edify.

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

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

Having kids doesn't have to mean the death of your sex life.

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

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