Slowly God is returning my time to me and I’m faithfully loosening my grip. Subbing at school is dwindling and there are whole months when I feel as though I’m getting lost ...
Texas’ weather is as unpredictable as England’s. This summer was no exception. Remembering 2011 – – our sons were living alone at Collins while we were in London ...
At the beginning of 2020 Hubs and I travelled to England for a cultural break. It was January, no-one goes to England in the winter for the weather, and since London is my hometown and ...
Once I graduated from college and left England to live in Texas my relationship with my Uncle was relegated to regular as clockwork cards on birthdays, Christmas and Easter. All simply ...
One of our first stops when we returned from London was to go and visit our grand-daughters who live on a bird facility, owned by their parents, called Window to the Wild Theirs is a ...
It had been 56 years since my Uncle Tony, Tone to his parents, bought his three-bedroomed house in Littlehampton. He had been a single man of 31, around the age of my children now, and ...
My brother and I interred our late uncle’s ashes shortly before my six week visit to London ended. I took no photographs of the ceremony; ‘I wanted to stay focused’ I ...
Travelling is a stressful pursuit. Especially when travelling involves an airport. Even more so when travelling internationally. Add in Covid 19 precautions and the stress factor goes ...
Every year, after Thanksgiving, we take a trip to Waco. Homestead Heritage hold their annual Fair that week-end and for many years we’ve bought their beautifully crafted brooms, ...
There was a smell in my bedroom. The weather had been wet, the windows closed, the heat on and I put it down to damp wood, or dusty corners; cat fur or lingering cooking smells; laundry ...
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.