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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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
Here Comes Love
Amy stood at the open bi-fold doors of her closet, as her eyes raced through every piece of clothing carefully hung on plastic hangers. It’s not that she cared that much about clothes, but her mother always said thin wire hangers eventually distorted the look and shape of whatever you put on them. It became an unconscious habit to buy plastic hangers every time she bought clothes.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
The Next Hundred Years
During my physical examination, my doctor and I spoke of my health and the tests he wanted to perform to ensure I stay healthy. As his nurse began laying various instruments on the counter, I joked with the doctor about their new appearances, stating how I remembered the former antiquated equipment. Our conversation drifted to the various illnesses I had and how I coped with them.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Lifehack
