Joni Edelman

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

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

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

Chronic stress secretes a hormonal cocktail that wreaks havoc on that amazing body you have. Here's how you can chill your adrenals and reduce stress.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

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

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.