My guide this particular afternoon was a personal trainer. Instinctively I knew we had something in common, my body! I know a lot about it and he wanted to know a lot about it. The ...
As I would never fall into any of the above-mentioned categories, well, perhaps the gross ones at some point in my life, I bristle if anyone uses the C adjective about me. Having said ...
Now that I am a mother and a homeschooling one at that, I have to keep up appearances. I know I am intelligent and well educated (private boarding school educated for that matter, and ...
Molly’s tumor grew. After a year she could hardly open her mouth. Yawning looked painful and her meow had been reduced to a whispered, growly purr. For months I fed her soft ...
Then he died. Moby passed while he was still at the top of his game. He didn’t get old and crotchety, he got kidney stones. Our wallets groaned at our futile efforts to save ...
Molly’s disappearance into my son’s bedroom was to become the biggest hissy fit in McNeny history. It coincided with the arrival of a white bundle of fur, just six weeks ...
Her black coat, when caught in the sunlight, revealed brown stripes which smacked of molasses. Because she had the unfortunate distinction of being born a cat, and a cat with a ...
So we rescued a dog one Christmas; our youngest son, who was five, had just broken his leg, his uncle was living with us, he’d left his wife and lost his job (the uncle not my ...
I’m glad I’m not young anymore because I sure was stupid while I was ticking. Not content with four children under six we, or was it just, I, decided to round out the ...
When my husband and I married we decided to have children. Quickly! After all, both our biological clocks were tick-tocking away. Or were they? I don’t really know if men’s ...
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.