Ventura County Mom Collective

The holidays are an exhausting time to be a mother. This will be my seventh Christmas as a mom, and inevitably, it’ll be the seventh year in a row that I find myself saying throughout December, “There’s gotta be...

College Before Google As we were talking through college options, my daughter laughed and commented how I really don’t understand what college is like now. What?! I went to many years of college and grad school. I am the quintessential...

Professional softball player. Whale trainer. English major. Business Major. Psychologist. These ideas are only some of the, admittedly far-fetched, avenues that I thought my life would go down. Really, how many kids ACTUALLY become whale trainers? I was 9, cut...

I’m far-sighted.. and it’s not a good thing. Anxiety I’ve been reading about anxiety lately. The idea is that anxiety is related to the past or the future, and that to quell it, you should realize that in this moment you are...

HOLIDAY WREATH-MAKING WORKSHOP Come join fellow moms for a special night out filled with holiday cheer!  The night will be filled with friends, shopping, a wreath-making workshop and yummy drinks! We are so excited to get together and meet the...

(Trigger Warning - This article discusses rape and sexual assault.) I woke up and was sickened by what I read. I haven’t been able to shake this feeling of disbelief and sadness. The Headline The headline read “Woman on Train Raped As...

Senior Year is a time for fun and an opportunity to enjoy yourself and be a “child” for just a little while longer. Enjoy the dances, enjoy cheering for your home team, enjoy your friends that have been with...

At the end of every day, usually over a dinner I quickly scramble together, my husband and I ask our two girls: “What was the hardest part of your day? What was the best part?” The answers are raw...

Every year as the seasons change, I wish to live in a Hallmark Channel movie. I want to be the busy career woman who is forced to move to a small apple orchard or Christmas Tree farm.  Or perhaps a...

Some days, I just want to hide.  I want to stay in bed wrapped in a blanket like a human sized burrito and escape all of my troubles.  Without fail, one of my three children will enter my bedroom...