I can carry my own load, It is the essence of the me I am, I have learned to modify my surroundings, Temper my loves and hates, Sorted my have to’s and want to’s, Accepted ...
This is an observation on time and asks: How does a mere minute of that precious commodity, time, affect the amount of traffic on the road as I make the 14 mile journey into school from ...
I belong to a small group in East Texas. We are parents who dedicate a day a week to remember and pray for our children. We are a powerful band that lifts each other up as we are ...
I am not a fan of this platitude, ‘Prayers are answered in God’s time, not ours.’ It is, for me, a very unsettling group of words. It brings to mind an interminable ...
There is a dog who lives at the veterinarian’s house along the paved side of Rigsby Lane. It is the home of the donkeys. There are horses and cows and recently added, a Shetland ...
This year we didn’t see Twinkletoes at Christmas. She’d promised to come for a few days, I’d moved furniture around in her room, put new sheets and duvet cover on her ...
My perspective on Christmas is bordering on heresy. Our priest this year told us about the silence he remembered after midnight mass on Christmas Eve. The complete quiet in the car ...
Long ago when we were adding children every two years or so and working hard we had fun deciding which traditions to bring to our marriage that we’d grown up with and which ones ...
Hubs and I listen to morning prayers sometimes instead of reading the Daily Office on our phones. This morning I took this brilliant embodiment of my cats’ individual re-action to ...
Rain has been falling steadily for weeks. Starting in August it came as a wake up call to the grasses who had hunkered down to hibernate in a yellow wash of dormancy. Suddenly the lawn ...
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.