Joni Edelman

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

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

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

It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

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

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

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.