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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Writer's Block
There are some that will argue that there is no such thing as a writer’s block. I truly admire those who can sit at a desk and begin writing immediately. Very often, I can’t get my body and brain to join forces and give my ambition a kick where it belongs to jump start me into motion. In my own defense, and it isn’t an excuse, just a fact, I’m not lazy. I just have a few health issues that make me more tired than usual. Once the doctors can pinpoint my problem, hopefully the proper meds will help. We’ll see. For the time being, I try to take full advantage of my good days. Like today!
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Journal
My Threesome
We’re sitting on the couch; he’s watching his usual movie on Netflix. I, as usual, am not interested. I’ve seen it before. Actually, we’ve seen it before but just as usual, he’d fallen asleep and now has no recollection of it. So, he watches it again. I wonder how long it’ll be before he falls asleep tonight and misses the second go-round of the movie – which I found boring in the first place.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
It Only Bloomed Once
“Darn it! I can’t believe I killed another one.” Mom laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll try and revive it for you.” I have no idea how she managed it, but she actually resurrected the plant. Its new life didn’t last too long but the plant lived for a few months before it decided it was better off without me.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Journal
Y - after the storm
Ah! Dancing. I know there are people who don’t like to dance. However, I personally don’t know many of them. In fact, there is only one of my friends you’ll never find on the dance floor. Let me clarify that. SHE won’t be caught on the dance floor. Most of my female friends are like me. Play music and our feet are twitching. Most of my male friends, however, including my husband need to be dragged onto the dance floor for even the slowest dances, forget about anything with an upbeat.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Earth
Not One Bean On The Floor
I have written several stories about my childhood when my brother and I were in an organization called The Sea Cadets of America. To refresh, it was an organization run by adults but geared for children beginning with their ninth birthdays. How long you stayed in the organization was left to the decisions of the children and their parents. Most children didn’t stay past their sixteenth birthdays unless they planned on becoming part of the team of adults who ran the group.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
How Can You Beat That
Being a divorced mother of two for more than a decade, I was used to cooking things that I could either make in a hurry or prepare and freeze to thaw the next day. I prepared many freezable meals on the weekends when I had more time. Being in that situation, I found it necessary to work one full time job and one part time. After working my full-time job, I had the time to hurry home, fix dinner to share with my sons, and then race back out to my part time job.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Confessions
Speechless
Speechless What’d you say? Our son, who lives three hours away from us had become ill and after one week in the hospital, was for the better part of a month, was bedridden. While his wife worked, his teenage daughter, when she wasn’t in school, took over the household chores. The thirteen-year-old grew up in a heartbeat.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Families
