Joni Edelman

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

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.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

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.

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

If you're brave enough to take the DIY Brazilian plunge, these tips are a must-read. As in, tip #6: It hurts, but not more than having a baby. Good to know.

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

Let's get to it—a primer on The Sex.

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