Joni Edelman

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

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.

photo credit: Lindy West (instagram), by

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

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

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

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

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