Joni Edelman

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

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

Nutritionists have weighed in on what to order at McDonald's. Here's what I think you should get instead.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

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

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

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

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.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."