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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Laundry
We planned on moving to Florida within a few years, and the day finally came to contract a builder for our dream home.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Families
Still, Please
My husband loves to fish. That’s fine! I understand completely, as I do, too. Unfortunately, right now, I’m still recovering from knee surgery. Okay, so I’m at the tail end of my recovery but having my knee still somewhat stiff, I’m hesitant to get on the boat.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Families
Dem Bones
An old song, written by James Weldon Johnson and his brother Rosamond and first recorded by them in 1928 leaps into my mind every time we have damp weather, or a storm with thunder and lightning, or maybe I just overwork my body.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humans
Do I Like to Travel?
My first question to myself is: Do I like to travel? Hmm! Well now, there’s a question! I guess answering that might bring up more questions to which the answers might be a bit complicate.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Confessions
Don't Get Me Wrong
I often wonder about the egotism of some people. Why do some people always have that undying need to be right, even when they are, beyond a doubt, proven to be wrong?
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Confessions
You're All The Comfort I Need
Whenever I thought about comfort, I’d imagine a pillow or two, Maybe a blanket to keep me warm, But I never once thought about you.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Mom and Dementia
“I was married? To who?” Ever since my dad passed away in 1993, my husband and I practically badgered mom to move in with us in our home on Long Island, NY. She kept refusing using the excuses that all of dad’s memories were in the house they shared.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Families
Midnight Magic
My sons were in their teens when they came home from their friend’s house. “Mom,” my younger son, Jim said, “Chris’s mom’s cat is pregnant.”
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Petlife
The Next Matador
I always enjoyed a good challenge when it came to writing poetry. It was that way in school, too. Our teacher would give us a subject and then, we’d have fifteen minutes to see what we would do with it.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Dante Would Be Proud. Top Story - September 2022.
I’ve written so much poetry It’s making my head spin. I’ve entered many contests But seldom do I win. My poetry collection
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
The Greatest Father
Through tear-filled eyes I asked the Lord, Why He took my Dad. He was the best of fathers A girl had ever had. God looked at me with pity.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Lightning Strikes Often
When I married my husband, I already had a cat. Okay, so Midnight wasn’t what I would say old enough to be called a “cat”. She was a four-month old kitten; a calm, baby, who loved to sit in your lap and be cuddled.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Petlife

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Laundry

Still, Please

Dem Bones

Do I Like to Travel?

Don't Get Me Wrong

You're All The Comfort I Need

Mom and Dementia

Midnight Magic

The Next Matador

Dante Would Be Proud. Top Story - September 2022.

The Greatest Father

Lightning Strikes Often

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