Joni Edelman

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

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.

You may have seen the acronym "HAES" floating around the Internet, and that is because the "Health At Every Size" movement has taken over THE WHOLE WORLD.

I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

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

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

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

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

Misogyny is pervasive. And my three boys are living it all.