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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WHO SAID THAT?
WHO SAID THAT? Turn off the radio Annaleigh and her sons were in the kitchen putting on the finishing touches on the dinner they’d been cooking. Her younger son, Luke made the salad, while her older son, Ian, set the table. Ani (as she liked to be called) had just pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Setting the dish on the wooden hotplate to cool enough to eat without burning their tongues, she grabbed the glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the table. Ian took the iced tea from the refrigerator and set the pitcher on the counter.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
LISTEN AND WATCH
LISTEN AND WATCH **worry and wait** ////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ As Gloria stood in the doorway that connected their bedroom and kitchen, she heard the distinctive hissing sound of the nebulizer that her husband had insisted he no longer needed and thought, “Well, clearly, he finally realizes his inhaler isn’t enough.” She thought but didn’t say aloud.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Longevity
OH! LOOK, SHE'S BLUSHING
OH! LOOK, SHE’S BLUSHING! “…am not!” I was only eight years old when we met, and he was nine. Our meeting was accidental but inevitable since we belonged to the same social club. It was a club organized for those whose ages ranged from eight to, well, whenever the teens decided to move on. It was known as the Sea Cadets whose adult founders (mostly retired US Navy sailors) thought it might be fun for children to learn about the Navy.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE. Top Story - May 2024.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE *** just had to know *** ++++++++++++ As Mike drove through the town he hadn’t seen in about twenty years, he wondered about those he’d left behind when he left for what he thought would be “greener pastures.” He wanted to make his mark on the world. Determination drove him and the little town of Meadowville wasn’t where he wanted to be.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
