Joni Edelman

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

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

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

Being vulnerable, being seen (even lumpy and naked), admitting weakness, asking for help — these acts inspire and edify.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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.