Joni Edelman

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

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

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

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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

The Cabbage Soup Diet, aka The "Torture” Diet. You just put cabbage in water and cook it. And you eat it. All day. It is not good. You will still be hungry, and farting — very smelly, paint-peeling farting.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

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