Joni Edelman

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

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.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

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.

Let's get to it—a primer on The Sex.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

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

It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

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.