Military Mom Collective

One of our family values is being conscious of the products we use and our actions that can contribute negatively toward the environment. I have a lot of room for improvement, and I am constantly striving to learn more....

Oh, my word ladies, I’ve been journaling. I absolutely love to journal but somewhere along the way, from being a child to being a mother, I lost the art journaling, of slowing down, of mindfulness. Sure, I write… but...

My family and I just got back from a wonderful Spring Break vacation at Legoland Florida. Let me tell you something about Legoland, "Everything is Awesome!" All four of us truly enjoyed ourselves. This park is filled with fun for...

My daughter just turned one, and I keep crying about it. It’s been a year since this little one came careening into the world two days overdue. After the drawn out births of my first two children, I expected hours...

Do you have clothes and friends? Do you kind of hate those clothes but like those friends? Do you have sweaters and dresses you probably paid too much for that stare at you each time you open your closet and condescendingly...

Even before I got pregnant, I remember thinking: “when I’m a parent I’m going to … or I'm never going to....” Fill in the blank with any grand plans.   As parents of three kids, my husband and I have to...

My mother and I were never close. My older brother and I grew up in a turbulent household. We moved frequently and often woke to shouts and the sound of things breaking. Many nights, we were shuttled into the car,...

I am sure you have probably seen the Progressive Insurance commercials making fun of turning into your parents. My favorite line might be “that’s some good mulch.” This is mostly because my husband and I just had a ton...

It was hard to take fashion advice from someone who used to dress like a pirate on the regular, but there I was standing in front of my husband in my Soffe shorts and flip-flops being told to go...

To the new military spouse: I see you. You are standing by the wall at a squadron function. You alternate between timid and brazen, depending on your personality. Your eyes flit over every person there. You stay close to your significant...

Being deep in the throes of a PCS purge, I find myself ruminating on one -- seemingly impossible -- idea. So impossible, in fact, I guarantee that as my husband reads these very words, he’ll be left mouth agape,...

"Sorry about my legs. I was running late and I didn't have time to shave," I confessed to my massage therapist. "That's ok," she said with a shrug. "It doesn't bother me." I'd like to say that I took her at...