Joni Edelman

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

Chronic stress secretes a hormonal cocktail that wreaks havoc on that amazing body you have. Here's how you can chill your adrenals and reduce stress.

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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