Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 77-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.
Stories (363/0)
THE INHERITANCE - part six
THE INHERITANCE – part six ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate Sullivan inherited the house that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The old stone house sat on the edge of a ten-acre plat of land in Aughacasla, Ireland. Two weeks ago, she’d never heard of the small town and now, she owned a piece of it.
By Margaret Brennanabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part five
THE INHERITANCE – part five ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate Sullivan inherited the house that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The old stone house sat on the edge of a ten-acre plat of land in Aughacasla, Ireland. Two weeks ago, she’d never heard of the small town and now, she owned a piece of it.
By Margaret Brennan2 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part four
THE INHERITANCE – part four ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate Sullivan inherited the house that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The old stone house sat on the edge of a ten-acre plat of land in Aughacasla, Ireland. Two weeks ago, she’d never heard of the small town and now, she owned a piece of it.
By Margaret Brennan4 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part three
THE INHERITANCE – part three ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate Sullivan inherited the house that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The old stone house sat on the edge of a ten-acre plat of land in Aughacasla, Ireland. Two weeks ago, she’d never heard of the small town and now, she owned a piece of it.
By Margaret Brennan5 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE ... part two
THE INHERITANCE – part two ……… Welcome home +++++++++++ Kate Sullivan inherited the house that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The old stone house sat on the edge of a ten-acre plat of land in Aughacasla, Ireland. Two weeks ago, she’d never heard of the small town and now, she owned a piece of it.
By Margaret Brennan9 days ago in Fiction
ECHOES IN MY MIND
ECHOES IN MY MIND He knew me … I think ************************* 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 that couldn’t put two words together and make them rhyme, and yet, I never had that problem.
By Margaret Brennan12 days ago in Humor