After the disastrous dinner screening of our youngests’ potential date she cruised through a semester without risking a similar demise with any of her ensuing male friends. There ...
Dinner was not quite ready and the conversation was lagging so I innocently asked if he was an only child since it was obvious that his potential date was not…? “I thought I was,” ...
Turning eighteen in our house does not stop at patronising a tattoo and piercing parlour. In our house another rite of passage occurs…dating is officially A-okay! So, hot off the ...
A couple of weeks ago my youngest daughter turned 18 amid a wave of excitement which I kept dampening. I couldn’t understand what could be so different about this particular birthday, ...
We obsessed about strangers when they were young, my friends warned me, “do not frighten them.” They have survived childhood and are now on the verge of college, and my same ...
To maintain some sort of normalcy in my extreme response to stranger danger I instructed my children on the wisdom of safety in numbers. “Never agree to do anything with anyone ...
Parents teach their children elaborate passwords to keep them safe. I found they made me feel safe for they empowered me to send strangers to pick up my children when I was caught late ...
As my children started to toddle and understand what I was talking about I taught them about strangers. Initially only one child fell into this category and I was advised by books ...
From the beginning I told my brother, who was visiting his month old nephew, that I was not going to plonk my children down in front of the television when I needed a babysitter. I was ...
The next stage in my child rearing adventure was to keep them safe from whacky strangers and other dangerous people who lurk in the world seeking to destroy childhood. I’d not ...
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.