Jenny Greene
I am a missionary-turned-mom from Kansas who loves to write, create, and enjoy life with my husband, Casey, my daughter Penelope, and our wild little boy, Eldon. After spending six years overseas, we returned to East Tennessee to find an overwhelming modern world- especially for moms! So in the search for a simpler life, I often look to previous generations for wisdom and guidance in everything from homemaking, to marriage, to child-rearing! Looking back helps me look forward and know that in this crazy mom-life, I'm never alone... and neither are you!
The Space Between
I don't even know what to call this age. This strange time between child and tween. These mid-elementary years. I was prepared (ha) for having a baby. There were steps and milestones and hunger cues. I knew...
For My Non-Mom Millennial Friends
Thank you.
There used to be a time when I came home after being around you and whined that I couldn't relate because we just weren't in the same "season." There were many days where...
My 5 Excuses for Not Working Out
I used to love working out. I loved the sweat and the muscle and the exhilarating endorphins (and being able to eat whatever I wanted). But while I was not the most consistently fit...
Why Don’t We Care About Colds Anymore?
How do I put this nicely? Um...parenting has changed. A lot. And I just don't know that we are better for it. I was reading the Berenstain Bears the other day (because most everything...
6 Shortcuts for Handling the Busy Holidays
Christmas is coming...and if you're like me, your calendar is already filling up with programs and parties and all things holiday. Perhaps it's loaded with required school events, or maybe you just have a...
It’s Halloween: Who Will You Be, Momma?
Today is Halloween, and I've never loved it more. I'm not your crazy "gravestones in the front yard and zombies on the porch" kind of Halloween lover. I'm in it for a whole other list...
“Mommy, Wipe My Bottom!” and Other Excuses to be Close to Our Kids
He does it again. I'm working on something on the computer and he screams to me from the bathroom, "Mommy!!! I'm going poopy! Come 'ere!!!" So I grumble something about learning to wipe your own...