I read somewhere today, while researching for my show, that we should comment on each other’s posts. The few words of encouragement draws people in and perhaps spurs them on to ...
On the trains, buses and trams we are challenged by the unusual use of words instructing us to do certain things while we make our journey into town. “Please keep an eye on your ...
I’ve talked about public transportation in England and how great it is, well it has always been good, even when I was a child and my grandmother and I would go to market. Back ...
Each night, Malia and I have a ritual. We take out the rubbish to the dustbins. We’ve done this since our first visit last year. I don’t know why we attach so much ...
Twenty-two years ago today I was ready to meet my first daughter. I was excited, I had a flashy brooch that spelled out her name pinned to the lapel of any jacket or shirt I was ...
I didn’t learn to drive until I was 24. Why should I? I’d lived in London all through my late teens and early twenties and it was crazy to maintain a car in the city with ...
My children and friends and life are home on the range but my roots are still embedded here on “England’s green and pleasant land,” prophetic words written by William ...
It hardly seems possible that although we are sharing the same season in the Western hemisphere our temperatures are vastly different. Hubsie and I were out walking this evening and ...
There is a shelf in Malia’s cupboard that I hadn’t got to yet. Today I conquered it. She was at work so I just pulled up a chair and unloaded everything onto her bed and ...
Hubby keeps forgetting that chips are fries in England. He especially draws disappointed comments from the boys, Samuel and Nathaniel, when he make this vocabulary faux pas. He teases ...
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.