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.

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

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.

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

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

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

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