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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GENTLE IS THE RAIN
GENTLE IS THE RAIN But it can chill to the bone )()()()()()()()( It had been a warm day in April when Tessie Montgomery stormed out of her parents’ apartment. It wasn’t the first time, so they assumed it wouldn’t be the last. Although she was only six, the little girl had a mind of her own. She wanted to go to the park! Being close to dinner time, her mother said no. Tessie stomped her foot and walked out the door.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY HER WALL CRACKED
THE DAY HER WALL CRACKED There was no holding back +++++++++++++++++++++++ Mom was always the stronger of my parents. Dad, well, dad was an old softie. Kind of like a big, soft, cuddly teddy bear. With the exception of my wedding, I never saw him cry but, he was free with his hugs and encouragements. He also never found a way to hide any disappointment he felt when one of his children did something of which he didn’t approve.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Families
