The time for Sprout to be collected, after the Mexican resort holiday on the beach, came and went. Simon, our son, kept us informed, “I’m just so busy with the new bird and ...
We get an edible magazine. That doesn’t mean it can be eaten after it’s been read, though that’s a novel idea… It celebrates food and community in North Texas, ...
Simon, co-founder of Window to the Wild, husband to Lindsey and future father of our granddaughter-to-be, camped all night outside the Richardson Animal Shelter to get a Great Pyrenees ...
There’s a really pretty ridge at Footlights, overhung by trees making it shady and grassless and cool. It backs onto the creek and when it’s rained there’s the ...
The name Dennis always brings to mind a phone operator I used to have at Ticketmaster. He was one of my supervisors and a hard working and reliable employee. On special occasions Dennis ...
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 ...
Succulents are supposed to be easy to keep alive but I don’t really have much success. Partially because I have cats that love to dig in the dirt and uproot them… and ...
Daughts and I took a quick trip to the country music capital of America. It was spring break and both our schools were closed so we thought, “Why not?” and hopped into the ...
Anyone who voluntarily waits outside the DMV in the cold and rain with her daughter must truly love her. That’s how I felt yesterday when Paris decided, no matter the wait or the ...
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 ...
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.