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essentials

How to Get Out of the House In the Morning Without Losing Your Mother-Loving Mind

Last month I conducted a little experiment. I tried to streamline our getting up and out of the house process to make it somewhat pleasant. You know to keep from screaming at everyone. Because “We’re late!!!” and “Get your shoes on! NOW!” is not a great way to start a family off on the rig read more

essentials

21 Questions to Jump Start a Conversation With Your Kids

When you ask your kids, “how was your day?” all you get are grunts and shrugged shoulders. So instead you try, “what did you do in school?” You hear one word: “Nothing.” Rather than push harder for responses to your standard end-of-the-school-day questions, try one of these conversation read more

kitchen

DIY Projects That Won’t Break Your Back or the Bank

We are the ones who live by the highway with a huge triangular garden, big enough for the rototiller to turn up between peat-moss rows of carrots and corn - its tassels like golden flags - plump raspberries and bright red strawberries which stain my boys' lips. read more

we love

With Love, from MOPS

Come find out who invaded MOPS HQ recently! Plus, we have all sorts of fun and helpful things, like where to find the best french fries! read more

honestly

How to be Vulnerable

“Can I cry?” The deluge of tears and snot began, of course, before this terse sentence had even left my lips. I was mired in a season of life where I felt like nothing but one huge, raw, exposed nerve. read more