Joni Edelman

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

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.

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.

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

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

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

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

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

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