Joni Edelman

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

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.

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

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

Let's get to it—a primer on The Sex.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

I don’t think anyone who has been to the spirited child parenting rodeo would call a mother who screams, “bad,” or who loses her temper, a “failure.” I think we all understand parenting is really really hard from the get go, and parenting a kid who won’t sleep, who screams and kicks and says they hate you, is its own challenge

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

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

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."