Joni Edelman

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.

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.

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.

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

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

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

It seems that "at 18 months, almost 60% of toddlers were sleeping for 13 to 14 hours per night." HAHA you're so funny Reuters!

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

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.