Joni Edelman

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

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

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.

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

4. A high school government class.

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

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.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

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