Joni Edelman

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.

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Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

More and more programs are offering services to help companies support and retain women during their maternity transition.

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

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

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.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of