Joni Edelman

I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

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

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

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.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

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

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

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.