Joni Edelman

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

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.

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.

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

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

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

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.