Joni Edelman

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

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

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.

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

At certain points in the month I definitely feel worse about my body. I'm much less confident and more prone to eating the wrong things, and not doing physical exercise.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

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

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

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.