Joni Edelman

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.

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.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

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

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

You may have seen the acronym "HAES" floating around the Internet, and that is because the "Health At Every Size" movement has taken over THE WHOLE WORLD.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

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

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

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