Joni Edelman

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

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

At certain points in the month I definitely feel worse about my body. I'm much less confident and more prone to eating the wrong things, and not doing physical exercise.

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

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

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

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.

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

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.

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.