Joni Edelman

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

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

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I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

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

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

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.

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.