Joni Edelman

I guess the point of a spiritual awakening is just that; if you were already awake, you wouldn’t need a moment that was self-defining. You’d already be defined.

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

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

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

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

They will 

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.

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.