For one week and four days I have had the mother of sore throats. For someone who rarely gets sick this was a record for me. I can usually shrug off the flu in a day and boomerang a ...
London is awash with daffodils, hundreds of varieties and shades of yellow going from frothy lemon to deep orange. There are traditional King Alfred trumpets, clusters of petals, large ...
I’ve been under the weather. I’d managed to avoid the summer colds going around, the dreaded lurgy rampant on both sides of the pond and anything Malia brought home from college. ...
It was Mothering Sunday on March 18th…here in England, before you shake your heads! For the first time I was able to celebrate this occasion. Read on before you are tempted to ...
I’ve always had a good appetite, never one to watch my weight, at least not too much. As long as I work out and don’t go too crazy with the bread to beat all breads here in ...
One of the evenings Malia was with us we took her to see a play. First we treated her to her favourite restaurant for a hamburger and then bought a couple of refreshments to have while ...
Calvert is hosting a free webinar on March 20th at 10 am EST. My friend Gretchen Roe, who is Calvert’s community liaison, is hosting the hour long webinar that will Teach Time ...
Last Friday was not normal. I’d pre-recorded my radio show, Malia was in town and we had promised her we would go to Move It for the day to watch her perform. She had to be there ...
Sorting through my parents’ papers showed them to be good stewards of their money but for whom? The photographic slides brought them back into my life on the lounge wall, images ...
My father died three years ago today and his birthday is tomorrow. I wondered why I was in a fog of confusion yesterday and realise the date has its talons in me. Three years ago he was ...
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.