Joni Edelman

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.

4. A high school government class.

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

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

More and more programs are offering services to help companies support and retain women during their maternity transition.

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

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

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.

Attention Civilians: Colonel David Iverson does not want to see your boobs.

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