Joni Edelman

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

More and more programs are offering services to help companies support and retain women during their maternity transition.

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.

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

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

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.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

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