Joni Edelman

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

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

At certain points in the month I definitely feel worse about my body. I'm much less confident and more prone to eating the wrong things, and not doing physical exercise.

Is that incense I smell? A drum circle in the distance perhaps? Chanting? Herbal potions? Perhaps a cauldron? Could it be homebirth?

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

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

All boobs are good boobs. And all areola too!