Joni Edelman

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

This is an article about a real product that exists, that was designed to deliver an electric shock, to YOUR BODY, to stop you from eati

If you're brave enough to take the DIY Brazilian plunge, these tips are a must-read. As in, tip #6: It hurts, but not more than having a baby. Good to know.

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.