Malia and I went for a cream tea at Kew. We didn’t go into the gardens we just enjoyed the little town square and sat under a cafe awning, in the rain, sipped our tea and ate ...
I have a routine on Fridays. I brought it with me from America and it anchored me during my first few traumatic weeks. Now it soothes me as I prepare for my show knowing I have not ...
This day is not even thought about in England unless you happen to be a couple of Americans abroad. Which we are! I thought some nature would suffice for fireworks. The Coots were ...
We attended a fabulous folk, rock concert at St. George’s, our parish church in Beckenham. It was a fund raiser for a new lighting system. About 300 people were there, most were ...
My hairdresser friend from upstairs invited me to go on a walk along the river front. That’s the Thames River front in case you’re wondering. If it was pouring with rain, ...
In my house or should I say, our house, money is a delicate subject. Being British it is one of the taboos of conversation, in fact it should never be a subject of, or even brought up ...
I have been researching some potential guests for my show and have happened upon a group of women who are furthering the Kingdom of God on earth. My efforts pale against theirs and so ...
My brother told me this story that sums up busy parenting and goes hand in hand with locking my keys in my car while it’s still running and desperarately needing the, “are ...
I was staying with my parents between lives. I didn’t stay long because, well you know, having left home for so many years returning to the homestead is difficult and they really ...
We of British stock have an alluring air of mystery about us. Hubs read me a notice one day at the station warning litterers they would be fined and their, “Name and address could ...
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.