I just want to say that the closure of churches during the pandemic has worn very thin. I drafted a letter to the power(s) that be in my part of the world and was answered immediately ...
At rural boarding school when the power went out (regularly in the winter as different unions went on strike for better working conditions or higher wages) it was an inconvenience. The ...
It wasn’t until I watched Call the Midwife that I realized the National Health (NHS), a social service that has been a part of my life since I can remember, was still dealing with ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 couldn’t make ...
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 ...
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.