Joni Edelman

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.

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

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

Sam: The first time you mentioned that you have five kids I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL. FIVE HUMANS. FIVE HUMANS CAME OUT OF YOU. Like, not at the same time, but they came out and like, that sounds painful and scary WHY DID YOU DO THAT??

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

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.

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

Is that incense I smell? A drum circle in the distance perhaps? Chanting? Herbal potions? Perhaps a cauldron? Could it be homebirth?