Joni Edelman

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.

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

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

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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

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.

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Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

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.”