Joni Edelman

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.

All boobs are good boobs. And all areola too!

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

Oh hey remember that time in 1804 when Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton had an actual duel, with actual guns and Burr shot Hamilton and Hamilton did not shoot Burr. And then the next day Hamilton died.

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

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.

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