On leaving London six years ago I packed up three suitcases filled with items I couldn’t take home with me and couldn’t throw away. “When I come back I’ll pick ...
I trust God. I have faith. Really. As long as everything is going well I suppose… Like most people around me I want to be in the know. I want to be able to plan… without ...
This is Armistice Day. The day where we traditionally keep silent for 2 minutes at 11 a.m to commemorate the signing of a truce between the warring countries in Europe on November 11th ...
Our brand new Deacon, fresh out of seminary, brings insight to those of us who have been around a long time and claim to have, “Heard it all!” I, for one, can never hear too ...
A friend of mine travelled to South America and I asked her to show me her pictures… “I don’t want to be a bore,” she said. I insisted and when she got to the ...
When I walk in the mornings I let my thoughts loose; I examine them in the fresh light of a Rigsby Lane dawn. This week it’s the afterlife that’s been niggling at me… ...
All of a sudden I look and it’s the end of May. The year so far has brought our family joys, some sorrow and an all too familiar tussling of emotions. Pretty normal stuff ...
I’ve seen tarantulas down at the end of our drive. I’ll spot one moving regally, queen of the arachnids, creeping towards supper through the tall grasses. I’ll watch ...
My ceiling painting job came around again. After I’d volunteered my services the first time round I declared it to be, “The last!” However – memory fades over ...
Just a surprise to awaken my soul to the absolute glory of the Lord as proclaimed by nature. Man’s hand could not create such a thing of beauty. I am forever in awe of His ...
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.