Joni Edelman

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

It seems that "at 18 months, almost 60% of toddlers were sleeping for 13 to 14 hours per night." HAHA you're so funny Reuters!

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

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

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

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

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

At certain points in the month I definitely feel worse about my body. I'm much less confident and more prone to eating the wrong things, and not doing physical exercise.