Joni Edelman

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

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

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

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

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.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

Suffering is America’s favorite thing to do. We starve ourselves to lose weight, and we’re a success story. We don’t sleep, and we’re just getting SO MUCH DONE. We do a thousand things a day and involve our kids in a thousand activities, because somehow, in some perverted way, that makes us successful.

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

I guess the point of a spiritual awakening is just that; if you were already awake, you wouldn’t need a moment that was self-defining. You’d already be defined.