Joni Edelman

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

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

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.

You may have seen the acronym "HAES" floating around the Internet, and that is because the "Health At Every Size" movement has taken over THE WHOLE WORLD.

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

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

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Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

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.