Introducing....

Doggone it, I meant to bookmark Martha's other journal and set alerts - I'll go back and do it in a few, but everyone knows her.  She's the tops when it comes to organizing and motivating.  And she has asked folks to write an introduction to who they are, or to post links to past entries that are telling.

Since I feel like writing tonight, the plan is to do an introduction.  So here it is, as good as it gets, I'm afraid:

My name is Mara Broadaway.  Wait, that's not quite true, but Mara is the name I go by since my brother and all the little nieces and nephews could not pronounce certain letter combinations when they were small, thereby taking the "sh" out of my life.  My given name is Marsha, and after the Brady Bunch - let's just say I'm grateful for Mara.

I am married, have two children and four grandchildren and one on the way - little whoever it is, is due on June 28.  I'm excited.  :-)

Among my other children are two dogs named Spike and Hey You.  Spike used to be a gangster when he was a pup, but has grown to be a dumb jock who is very protective of Mama (me) and Hey You is my three-legged fella who tries to block me with his body, to keep me from leaving him alone.  I think he tries to herd me.  Makes me feel rather like cattle.

I was once privileged to work with a bunch of nurses at a medium custody prison facility.  I was also privileged to work with they psych staff and custody there, and I miss them and the adrenalin the facility afforded very much.  I now work in a prison hospital, more in a private office setting (before, I was right beside the cell blocks, and there was never a dull moment.  Only problem was, I saw much more than I wanted to see.  Suffice it to say - the thought of men showering doesn't do anything for me).  I do transcription, now, and tons and tons of paperwork. 

I love adrenalin, caffeine, poetry, literature of any kind.  Once, I was so hungry for something to read I went to an all-night grocery store for a magazine.  It was filling, but not quite satisfying.  :-)

My hero is Ava Gentry, Psych Nurse.  We got off to a rocky start, but in the end...it was good.  She had her ways, indeed she did, but she was never small.

Once, when she and I were talking about our pasts, she asked me - Would you go back and change any of it?  And before I could answer, she interjected - No, you wouldn't.  You wouldn't have missed a minute of it. 

She was right.

http://journals.aol.com/chaispice1023/IHaveTea/entries/2006/01/29/the-nursing-department-meeting-of-january-2006/952

http://journals.aol.com/chaispice1023/IHaveTea/entries/2006/01/02/a-room-with-focus/898