Joni Edelman

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

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

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

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

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

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

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.