Joni Edelman

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

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.

I'll let you in on a little secret - being thin didn't make me happy, but being "Fat" does! Be fat and happy. Be unapologetically fat.

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.

Here’s something that isn’t rocket science either, Stephen Hawking: Diets don’t work.

Let's get to it—a primer on The Sex.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.

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.