Joni Edelman

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

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

1. All vaginas are good vaginas.

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.

photo credit: Lindy West (instagram), by

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

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

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.