Joni Edelman

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

If you're brave enough to take the DIY Brazilian plunge, these tips are a must-read. As in, tip #6: It hurts, but not more than having a baby. Good to know.

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

Suffering is America’s favorite thing to do. We starve ourselves to lose weight, and we’re a success story. We don’t sleep, and we’re just getting SO MUCH DONE. We do a thousand things a day and involve our kids in a thousand activities, because somehow, in some perverted way, that makes us successful.

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

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.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

We've got Trump, Vladimir, Comey, and all the other players lined up for you. Here are the facts, followed by our IRL translation, to make sure you know that you know all abouts that latest (and possibly tenure-ending) Trump scandal.

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

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.