Joni Edelman

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

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.

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

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

Suffering is America’s favorite thing to do. We starve ourselves to lose weight, and we’re a success story. We don’t sleep, and we’re just getting SO MUCH DONE. We do a thousand things a day and involve our kids in a thousand activities, because somehow, in some perverted way, that makes us successful.

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

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

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?

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.