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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 (389/0)
Did You Hear That?
No one has ever accused me of being one hundred percent normal. Even as a child, I was a little on the strange side. My parents noticed as did my maternal grandmother. While I’m not totally positive when it started, I was aware of being “different” when I was six years old. The year was 1953.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
A Witch's Walk
You never know what you might see on a beautiful summer day while walking through the woods. A squirrel munching on an acorn. Or perhaps, a rabbit foraging for a patch of grass. Maybe you might see something completely different, out of the ordinary, something that sparks your imagination.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
FISH ON
It was a calm, clear, warm, and sunny Saturday in May of 2020. We decided to go fishing. My husband and I are avid anglers and look forward to being on the water as often as possible. While I have other commitments that prevent me going as often as I’d like, he has many friends that are as eager as he is.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Journal
The Last Goodbye
We arrived in Florida in January of 2012 and getting my mom settled into her room was faster and easier than expected. My husband was a significant help in setting up the rented hospital bed and dismantling the one we originally had in the bedroom. We reorganized the closet and placed mom’s belongings in it. Our home is one-story, and mom’s room was situated in a part of the house where she needed to turn left as she exited and then a right into the great room. It didn’t take her long to remember how to navigate from one place to another.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Families
The Big Surprise
Sometimes keeping a secret is the hardest thing to do. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying my husband is nosy. He doesn’t pry into what I do or when I do it. He understands that there are things I do that just don’t concern him and he’s happy with that.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Families
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