Each morning when I write my journal I address it to God. It’s a stream of consciousness effort, limited to one page of my ruled exercise book and always ends with the same set of ...
Prayers: For most of us they are cries for help. World-wide. Just look at the prayer lists in any given church, upwards of 40 or more people each prayed for, probably on a daily basis, ...
Cats are nappers. My two boys sleep most of the day and I would even venture to say, they are Masters of Repose. No matter how comfortable I think I am in my warm, soft and cozy bed, ...
Just thought this pretty tactless flyer that plopped into my mailbox today warranted a comment. Touting Black Friday, …which is going to be different this year with the CDC ...
To get away from the pandemic…or at least how it’s playing out in our neck of the woods, Hubs and I packed two small cases and headed to Colorado. We were going to drive, we ...
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks months, and the months look as though they’re going to make the year with businesses saying they’re not going to bring employees ...
One of my students is seven. We use manipulatives for math…I’m not very good with them but she is a whiz and happily takes on the role of teacher when I flounder. She has ...
Living in the country we definitely get more power outages than in the city. Hubs has always been affronted when the house goes dark while we’re still up, he jumps on the phone ...
At the end of July it had begun to get hotter and my flowers were beginning to wilt expecting me to water them a couple of times a week. Tomatoes and squash were still giving in their ...
Luke’s gospel is being read at church and recently we’ve listened to the parables of the lost coin, the lost sheep (Luke 15: 1-10) and the lost son, better known as 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.