We were eating a hamburger last night all on our own…unspoken memories of similar quiet meals, aka romantic meals, pre-children, danced around the table. I didn’t talk ...
The day has finally arrived. What everyone was expecting to happen three months ago, happens tomorrow. We’ve had so many questions about how our youngest daughter is doing at ...
We are in the process of completing “empty nest.” Soon all our children will be gone from our house leaving us to rattle around the wattle and plaster walls of our home, ...
My daughter entered my room this morning, beautifully made up, hair straight, her new baggy pants swishing around her ankles. Her perfume and freshly washed hair competed with the ...
Sometimes my daughter will take a different bus. It still goes to the same place only it goes by a different road, or, more accurately, lots of different roads. This one meanders ...
Malia probably uses the bus more than we do. She works. Or worked, to be more accurate. And she has friends. Who like to go out for a burger after work. Not always after her work ...
We walk up and down our road countless times a day. Well, I say countless, that is an exaggeration because I could count the number of times we walk up and down the road each ...
My youngest daughter and I were on a quest this afternoon. She wanted loose, translucent, face powder. Something to dance in that would not feel heavy, or run, or leave a mark on her ...
I spoke to my zoo keeper son on Friday morning, really early for me, really late for him. He was in hospital after an emergency appendectomy. This is not the kind of news one relishes ...
The last time I lived in a flat was when I was young. My perspective was different then, I was still a child and it was part of the new life my parents had taken me on. Being a ...
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.