Joni Edelman

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

Sam: The first time you mentioned that you have five kids I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL. FIVE HUMANS. FIVE HUMANS CAME OUT OF YOU. Like, not at the same time, but they came out and like, that sounds painful and scary WHY DID YOU DO THAT??

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

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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

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

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

The Cabbage Soup Diet, aka The "Torture” Diet. You just put cabbage in water and cook it. And you eat it. All day. It is not good. You will still be hungry, and farting — very smelly, paint-peeling farting.

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

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?