Danielle Venticinque

In an effort to escape the unflagging summer heat, our family makes a weekly pilgrimage to the beach. This past week our 2 young boys splashed in and out of the cool...

Springtime has always been my mother’s favorite season. I never quite understood this as it was my least favorite season. It was “mud-season” and merely a necessary transition. It meant the fun,...

Over the last several weeks I’ve checked in with many of my mom friends. Most are not handling the current state of things very well. Sometimes that last sentence is true for me too....

When I paused for a moment to consider this month's Twin Cities Mom Collective theme - Mama, you can do hard things - my mental list of “hard things” was long, but there was...

It isn’t enough that we obsessively show and tell our children we love them. We also have to teach them to love themselves; to believe they are worthy and to be confident. I've come to...

Every January we each embark on our unique journeys of personal improvement. Many of us resolve to get healthier or to become a better {parent, partner, meal-planner}, or fix finances... the list goes on....

Over the past few weeks, I’ve seen nearly a jillion social media posts featuring mom friends and their families practicing holiday traditions. In the mix were time lapse tree trimmings, kids stirring cookie batter...

The other night after our bedtime thanksgiving my oldest son asked, “Mom, do you love me?” My response was exactly as he expected and had heard a million times before, “of course!” He went...

“Momma is going to run a marathon.” Vaughn looked at me, his nose wrinkled, “What’s that?” “It’s a really, long, long run.” How can I expect him, a four-year old, to wrap his mind around this...

This is us; or rather, anyone born in the 20th century. We’re all descendants of thrower-outers. It wasn’t until several years into my grade school youth that the concept of the 3 “R”s, reduce,...

I didn’t realize it at the time, but once we started our family and had to be more mindful of our spending, I began my practice of gratitude. When I was thankful for what...

Every now and then I catch myself looking at my boys. Bewildered, I wonder when did they get so big? It’s cliché, but it seems like in a blink of an eye, I no...

Dear Santa - all I want for Christmas is a clean house! With the holidays right around the corner, we are bracing ourselves for the barrage of toys that will descend on our home. I’m...