Jenny Greene

Jenny Greene
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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!
Five New Ways to Teach Your Kids About Money

Five NEW Ways to Teach Your Kids About Money

I love being a mom of an almost seven-year-old, but there are times where the constant drilling of "Why do we do what we do?" and "Why do we say what we say?" can...
I hope it's You: A Season of Giving | Knoxville Moms Blog

I Hope it’s You

IN A HOUSE TOO SMALL for herself, her momma, and her three brothers, a little girl gazes at a crumpled Christmas tree. Heavy with cheap plastic Christmas balls and faded paper chains, half the...
Adults in Training Why I’m Lowering My Expectations of My Children

Adults in Training: Why I’m Lowering My Expectations of My Children

"I can't be in there," I sat down hard, exasperated, glaring through the viewing window of the gym. "Really?" my friend asked quizzically. "I've been to lots of parties here and usually the parents are allowed in...

Let them Dream

"Be aware of that place where you are brought to tears. That's where your heart is and that's where your treasure is." - The Alchemist, Paulo Cohen I've been wrestling with my soul in the...

(Sometimes) Breastfeeding Sucks

There. I said it. Breastfeeding sucks... sometimes. Not all the time! For some of you, breastfeeding was easy and beautiful. If that is you, I applaud you. You are my superhero and I wish your...

Be a Crooked Christmas Tree

I have beautiful memories of getting our Christmas tree as a child. Running through tree farms on snowy Kansas days picking just the right tree while we sipped on hot cocoa. It was always...

Dear Mom, You are Not an Island.

There you sit in your sea of dirty dishes and laundry piles. Drowning in deadlines, fundraisers, and playdates, just trying to keep afloat. Wishing someone would fly over and see your SOS while secretly hoping that...