Joni Edelman

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

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

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

Chronic stress secretes a hormonal cocktail that wreaks havoc on that amazing body you have. Here's how you can chill your adrenals and reduce stress.

Suffering is America’s favorite thing to do. We starve ourselves to lose weight, and we’re a success story. We don’t sleep, and we’re just getting SO MUCH DONE. We do a thousand things a day and involve our kids in a thousand activities, because somehow, in some perverted way, that makes us successful.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

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.

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