Joni Edelman

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

I'll let you in on a little secret - being thin didn't make me happy, but being "Fat" does! Be fat and happy. Be unapologetically fat.

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

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

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

Attention Civilians: Colonel David Iverson does not want to see your boobs.

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

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

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