Margaret Brennan

Joined October 2021

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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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GHOSTS VS LIARS
GHOSTS VS LIARS Who do you prefer? BOO! GHOST is a poem written by Rose Marie Roy and also my inspiration for this story.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
TESTING THE WATERS
TESTING THE WATERS I started over – again! ! ! ! ! ! “How do I look?” I asked my husband, which I probably shouldn’t have but did.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humor
WITH NOTHING MORE THAN SAND
WITH NOTHING MORE THAN SAND * * * * * I watched him work so feverishly Digging up the sand. Imagination was his ruler. It had only to command.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
ARE YOU TALKING TO M E?
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME ? What’s New, Pussycat? ??? ??? ??? So many songs ask questions that some of us, depending on the situation and person asking, don’t want to answer.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
LET THE SUNSHINE IN
LET THE SUNSHINE IN A Song for the Ages A little whimsy is good for the soul. A genuine smile can brighten a day.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
HEY, BABE, ARE YOU HUNGRY?
“Hey, Babe, are you hungry?” Who are you? ? ? ? ? I’d fallen asleep on the couch. There was no good reason for me to feel that tired and yet, I felt that my body just needed to sleep for an hour or two.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
SUMMER NITES
SUMMER NITES A great place to spend your summer nights! *~* So many people, these days are too busy to take a fun-filled vacation but when they do, they probably prefer cruising. Can’t blame them. You get the air, the water, entertainment, food, and sightseeing all rolled into one. However, as good as cruising sounds, it’s also restrictive.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Wander
DEAR FRIEND
WRITE ME A LETTER Dear Friend Dear friend …. Dear friend ….. Dear friend …. Zoe, my dearest friend, Where do I begin? Life can, at times, be so devastatng.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
MY DAY IN A NUTSHELL
MY DAY IN A NUTSHELL Or maybe, it’s more like “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest” ????? ????? ?????
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Humor
HANDS
HANDS I Only Have Eyes For You * * Although I tried not to watch them, their every movement kept me mesmerized. Their body language, while subtle, drew you in.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Marriage
THEY CAN HEAR US
THEY CAN HEAR US … but we can’t hear them. ########## I can’t hear them but I’m sure they can hear me. Are they also watching me? While I’m not sure how, I’m sure they’ve somehow found a way. Can they now read my mind? Hmm. Good question but I’m beginning to seriously wonder if there isn’t anything beyond their capability.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Lifehack
THE WINDOW
THE WINDOW “we didn’t do it, mom” <> <> <> <> The leaves on the trees blended in a beautiful mixture of colors that offered a most breathtaking sight on that cool autumn day when I moved into my new home.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction

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GHOSTS VS LIARS

TESTING THE WATERS

WITH NOTHING MORE THAN SAND

ARE YOU TALKING TO M E?

LET THE SUNSHINE IN

HEY, BABE, ARE YOU HUNGRY?

SUMMER NITES

DEAR FRIEND

MY DAY IN A NUTSHELL

HANDS

THEY CAN HEAR US

THE WINDOW

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