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 →
I'm a Facebook old-timer. I joined the ubiquitous FB way back in 2007 when it was still some little nothing-special website made up of mostly college kids posting photos of themselves and their friends. I joined to keep tabs on my acting friends, many of whom were college students or people in their 20s having... Continue Reading →
This weekend, photos popped up on Facebook in a friend's folder entitled "Date Night" featuring photos of Bob and Tracy out on a couples date with her best friend and the friend's fiance. Plenty of photos of Tracy, looking boringly beautiful as always. Like Catherine Zeta-Jones, but a lot less interesting. Gorgeous high cheekbones, sleek... Continue Reading →
After almost a week of silence, I finally got a text from Bob this morning. "LOL good ones sorry been busy" (The "good ones" refer to the handful of memes I had sent him; the "sorry been busy" refers to me saying "where are you?") But I haven't answered because this was my perception of... Continue Reading →
Mad Margaret Diaries 