Joni Edelman

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

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.

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

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.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

More and more programs are offering services to help companies support and retain women during their maternity transition.