Joni Edelman

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

Nutritionists have weighed in on what to order at McDonald's. Here's what I think you should get instead.

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.

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.

The argument against homeschooling is always the same: “Kids need to socialize.”

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

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As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

The Cabbage Soup Diet, aka The "Torture” Diet. You just put cabbage in water and cook it. And you eat it. All day. It is not good. You will still be hungry, and farting — very smelly, paint-peeling farting.