Joni Edelman

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

I don’t think anyone who has been to the spirited child parenting rodeo would call a mother who screams, “bad,” or who loses her temper, a “failure.” I think we all understand parenting is really really hard from the get go, and parenting a kid who won’t sleep, who screams and kicks and says they hate you, is its own challenge

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.

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

If you're brave enough to take the DIY Brazilian plunge, these tips are a must-read. As in, tip #6: It hurts, but not more than having a baby. Good to know.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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.

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

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.