A lady came and looked around our flat today. She was downsizing; she wanted something that felt spacious without being big; she was describing our home. Hurrah! I prefer an agent to ...
I use my Yoga class in the mornings as part of my devotions. I keep a beautiful icon of Christ on my desk, within easy sight of wherever I am sinking into a pose. I say my mantra ...
My oldest son called me this morning. He was on his way home from work. It was 2 in the morning, central time. Where does he work you may wonder? A bar or a club? No! He is one of ...
Today I joined Linkedin and just thought I’d have to click an “accept” button. But no! I hastily ran through the steps typing in short and sweet answers. I was ...
At Christmas we always had dates on the coffee table. In an oval balsa wood box with tooth picks inside. They would sit under their sticky plastic film looking like shiny beetles ...
This morning you would have thought the house was going to blow over and thank goodness we’re not in a house; the remains of the willow tree took a beating though. For once the ...
This year we had a real Christmas. I was able to forget about buying those ‘difficult to please’ people presents. I sent money to my children, easy easy easy. I did not take ...
My elderly uncle believes that if there are going to be disruptions on any travel services they will happen over the holidays so he tries to avoid going anywhere at Christmas or Easter, ...
One would think that a bus with Crystal Palace emblazoned on its front window could be depended upon to go there. The tax payers of England, we the people, pay to be served by public ...
My grandfather always had a bonfire at the weekend when I was visiting. I would deeply inhale the smoke filled air and let the smell lodge in my memory cells. You know, the ones where ...
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.