Mad Scribblings From the Life of a Middle-Aged New Nurse
Did you ever look through your childhood diaries and, despite knowing the author was you as a 9-year-old, found yourself embarrassed? Yet there it is in colorful ink. Sophisticated bon mots they are not. "Bobby is such a dum dum i want to punch him." Oh yes, what a deep thinker! Sheer poetry! We often... Continue Reading →
For the vast majority of my life, words have been my refuge. When the seas get stormy, I will write. I create. I use words to communicate joy, fear, apprehension, humor, and life in general. I have written papers, essays -- and while I've never authored a book, I have written fairly regularly in blog... Continue Reading →
It should come as no surprise to anyone who has read this blog that I suffer from some pretty serious self-esteem issues. Not all unfounded, you understand, but most days, I don't really even have the bare minimum of self-respect that most people seem to have innately. But my feelings of self-loathing are not that... Continue Reading →
When is enough finally enough? A friend of mine was in an abusive relationship for over thirty years. Imagine that. DECADES voluntarily spent with someone that treats you like garbage. This friend -- who we will herein refer to as "Alan" -- is one of the kindest, most soft-hearted men you will ever know. He... Continue Reading →
Mad Margaret Diaries 