Joni Edelman

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

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.

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

As a celebration of the Ravishly community, we welcome you to #RavsReaders, a weekly feature where we'll spotlight one of our beloved readers.

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

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

4. A high school government class.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.