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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FINALLY YOU MADE IT. Top Story - October 2023.
FINALLY, YOU MADE IT! You’re really here. >< >< >< “I can’t believe we’re finally going.” Alice replied, “Well, Hilly, you always said you’d go. After all, you promised. I think Sheila would have been very disappointed if you hadn’t been able to make the trip.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
WHO THE HECK IS GEORGE
WHO THE HECK IS GEORGE? George Who? ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ “Hey, the house was sold! From what I was able to find out, the new owner is a single mother. Two young sons, pre-teens.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
STOLEN MOMENTS
STOLEN MOMENTS We take what we can get <> <> <> <> You never saw me looking As you sat and watched TV.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Poets
WHAT IF I WERE PREGNANT?
WHAT IF I WERE PREGNANT OMG! At my age? /\ /\ /\ Exhaustion fuzzed my brain and took over my entire body. My husband noticed something was wrong and asked why I seemed so out of sorts.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Horror
THAT SHOULDN'T BE HERE
THAT SHOULDN’T BE HERE! What was that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was definitely not Ronan’s idea of camping. Absolutely, NOT! Ronan’s idea of camping was a motel or hotel with all the amenities.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
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

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FINALLY YOU MADE IT. Top Story - October 2023.

WHO THE HECK IS GEORGE

STOLEN MOMENTS

WHAT IF I WERE PREGNANT?

THAT SHOULDN'T BE HERE

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

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