Joni Edelman

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

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

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

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

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

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

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

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.