Joni Edelman

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

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

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

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

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.

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

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