Joni Edelman

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

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.

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

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

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

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