I noticed people tweeting in person! On the streets of New York showgirls, dressed up from Chicago, giving out flyers for their show, executing a step or two, singing and inviting us to ...
We alighted, as the British conductors say, in Uptown New York and walked. It was cold and windy and we sought refuge in the M&M shop, a pizza place, daughts was hungry, and the ...
I have just returned from a quick trip to New York for something my daughter just had to do! It took her all of thirty minutes… …and gave me three days in a swanky hotel ...
While on retreat I found myself surrounded by visible reminders of Spring. The trees were still bare, it was cold and windy, especially off the lake, and leaves were autumnally thick ...
Still missed. More than ever now that my youngest son is getting married. How did it happen that he will not be present at this wondrous occasion? He and my mother came to visit us when ...
How does one find anything so delicate and tiny as the Trout Lily? Cunningly nestled beneath the leaves on the woodland floor I came upon this beautiful reminder that despite the ...
Since I don’t have an iPhone I was glad when my school teacher daughter called on Saturday evening to tell us that the clocks sprung forward that night. I had to check my ...
On the rare occasion it is best to leave well enough alone particularly when it comes to constipation. This is a topic I don’t usually write on because it is an unusual occurrence ...
The telephone rang early one morning panicking us; empty nest boomers don’t take kindly to phone calls after mid-night. My brave cowboy answered, I held my breath. We relaxed at ...
Yes, I Facebooked something about my youngest being in Vegas. I think it was in response to a friend’s post. The only reason I was on was because I am finding email is not the ...
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.