Joni Edelman

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 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.

We've got Trump, Vladimir, Comey, and all the other players lined up for you. Here are the facts, followed by our IRL translation, to make sure you know that you know all abouts that latest (and possibly tenure-ending) Trump scandal.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

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

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

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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.

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.

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.