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.
Stories (608)
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SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 13
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 13 Mo deas ^ ^ Mo deas ran, leaped, and hopped through Mia’s garden, enjoying every second of the warm sunshine and the cool breeze that blew off the river. Yet, Mia noticed that every now and then, Mo deas would stop and sniff the ground, but rarely in the same place.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 12
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 12 Mo deas ^ ^ Mia’s mother, Morena, had once thought that a few weeks had gone by way too quickly. Now, as she looks at her daughter in her garden, she realizes a few weeks had been nothing. In the blink of an eye, since their move to Ireland, the years seemed to have evaporated.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 11
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 11 Mo deas ^ ^ A month passed by too quickly for Morena’s liking. She found a part time position in the medical clinic and made herself quite comfortable. Brian, thanks to the local nurseries, found many homeowners looking for a landscaper, especially one like Brian with innovative ideas on how to improve the looks of their front and backyards.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 7
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 7 Mo deas ^ ^ “As I was saying, The day began lovely enough. It was a warm and sunny spring day in the middle of April when I decided to walk into town. Summer Soltice was around the corner and Wicklow had already planned their annual celebration. I was sixteen and decided I wanted to make a new dress to wear. After all, I was all about to impress Ruari.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 6
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 6 Mo deas ^ ^ “We look like tourists! I can’t believe my Aunt Finola would actually expect two families to just pick up their lives and race to Ireland – while hoping we’d decide to stay! I realize she’s probably in her, well, if not in her early seventies, darn close to it.!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
