Joni Edelman

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

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

Is that incense I smell? A drum circle in the distance perhaps? Chanting? Herbal potions? Perhaps a cauldron? Could it be homebirth?

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

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

They will 

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

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.