Joni Edelman

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.

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

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

When it comes to your physique, your mind can actually work against you.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

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.

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.

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