I’m always happy when it snows. The ground looks bright, dazzling even. A down comforter slung over Footlights concealing mud ruts in the driveway and beaten tracks through the ...
I’ve been grooming and bathing horses for a year now and this one was in desperate need of a good rub-a-dub scrub. While I enjoy my new skill there have been a few times when the ...
Each morning when I write my journal I address it to God. It’s a stream of consciousness effort, limited to one page of my ruled exercise book and always ends with the same set of ...
I don’t know about you Daughts, but on December 31st I always ask myself the same question, “Where did the year go?” I flip through my diaries and make a note of the ...
Prayers: For most of us they are cries for help. World-wide. Just look at the prayer lists in any given church, upwards of 40 or more people each prayed for, probably on a daily basis, ...
On re-reading last year’s letter I had to open with the prophetic words I ended with: “We are ready to let the dust settle and become by-standers. May you be blessed this season ...
Cats are nappers. My two boys sleep most of the day and I would even venture to say, they are Masters of Repose. No matter how comfortable I think I am in my warm, soft and cozy bed, ...
Our bird keeping son, Simon, bought a barn. It came in a kit with everything included – rather like an IKEA delivery only with more technical instructions – I ...
Just thought this pretty tactless flyer that plopped into my mailbox today warranted a comment. Touting Black Friday, …which is going to be different this year with the CDC ...
I absolutely do not wish to compare myself to the great Spanish Mystic, St John of the Cross. A Carmelite friar and priest (1542-1591). No way me! But I do every so often refer to my ...
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.