Joni Edelman

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

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?

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

1. All vaginas are good vaginas.

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.

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

Nutritionists have weighed in on what to order at McDonald's. Here's what I think you should get instead.

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