Joni Edelman

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

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

It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

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

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

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.