Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 11
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 11 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Morena waited for Mia to exit the bathroom, then walked to her and said, “Before you argue, I am going to help you down the stairs. Let’s get you settled before your father comes home. There’s no need to have him blow another gasket because you’re limping. And I need to call Aunt Liz.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
ECHOES IN MY MIND. Top Story - November 2024.
ECHOES IN MY MIND My sack is empty Even as a child, while my mother and grandmother encouraged me to write, I often wondered what made my brain work the way it did. There were many people my age who couldn’t put two words together and make them rhyme, and yet, I never had that problem.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Confessions
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 7
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 7 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia carefully read Finola’s book on Ley lines and realized they were much more than the lines indicating longitude and latitude. If you knew where you were going, jumping a line was as easy as breathing. Jump on a wrong one, and, well? You could end up in Timbuktu or at a sudden stop that propelled you in a sprawling fall which resulted in you lying flat on your face. If Mia were truly serious about learning how to jump a line, she’d have to fiercely study Finola’s book and experiment, but not without heeding her great aunt’s warning: “until you have excelled at jumping a line, never go without me.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 5
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 5 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ As Mia took off with her friend Adrian in her arms and Midnight, in fear of flying, wrapped tightly around Mia’s neck, Mickey shouted to the others, “Please, everyone pack up. I need to get home. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” With that, he sprouted his wings (something he rarely did) and took off for Mia’s house.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 4
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 4 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia’s parents had gotten used to hearing her one-way conversation with Midnight. They fully understood that their daughter, in reality, heard spoken words from the feline, not just the meowing sounds they heard.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
