Joni Edelman

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

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.