Joni Edelman

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

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.

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

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.

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

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

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

I don’t think anyone who has been to the spirited child parenting rodeo would call a mother who screams, “bad,” or who loses her temper, a “failure.” I think we all understand parenting is really really hard from the get go, and parenting a kid who won’t sleep, who screams and kicks and says they hate you, is its own challenge