Joni Edelman

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

[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 want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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

This is an article about a real product that exists, that was designed to deliver an electric shock, to YOUR BODY, to stop you from eati

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

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

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.