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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Is Anyone Out There?
It was June of 1992. I was a single mom of two very impressionable teenage boys. No, they weren’t perfect, and they weren’t mean-spirited, or wild. They were normal teens – well, ok, they were older teens. They were 16 and 18. We talked about everything and anything and often, we’d disagree. More often, being the teens they were, they’d agree with each other leaving their mom out of the loop, or, just maybe, I was in the loop, and they weren’t.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Earth
Play Ball
Ah! Baseball! The season for some of our favorite stars to entertain us once again after a long winter’s respite. As a child, I watched all the Brookly Dodgers’ games with my dad and never once did we ever think of Spring Training. For whatever reason, no one ever mentioned it before, during, or after the games. Baseball season began and ended! Period! One always assumed the players enjoyed a long vacation between summer seasons. Things have definitely changed through the years.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Motivation
Lizzie's Mokacar
When I was a kid, we seldom saw motorcycles on the streets of the part of Brooklyn where I lived. Most motorcycles were seen in the movies. We would hear of the escapades of “bikers” from the newsreels. You know the kind: those stereo-typical leatherjacket wearing toughies that you know where just looking for trouble. It was just that era of movie sensationalism.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Humans
