Joni Edelman

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

Is that incense I smell? A drum circle in the distance perhaps? Chanting? Herbal potions? Perhaps a cauldron? Could it be homebirth?

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

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

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

I did The Today Show, and after that spent 45 minutes talking to Inside Edition. If you're confused, imagine how I felt.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

Here’s something that isn’t rocket science either, Stephen Hawking: Diets don’t work.

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.

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.