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.

[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.

It's #STDAwareness week here at Ravishly. We're kicking it off with this handy chart!

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

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

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

What to really expect when you're expecting.