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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TUS NUA - ch 49. Top Story - January 2026.
TUS NUA – ch 49 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) As Mia spoke on the phone to Ali’s sister, Ellen, Finola slipped quietly away and walked to the stream behind Tus Nua. Carefully, she put a block on her family so no one could know what she was about to do.
By Margaret Brennanabout a month ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 48
TUS NUA – ch 48 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) After a few minutes, Finola stood. “Come, Alistar. Time to get back and hear Mia’s news, although I’m sure I already know. One of these days, I’m going to have to teach her to not be so transparent.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a month ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 44
TUS NUA – ch 44 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) If plants and trees could smile, Mia was sure the Fairy Tree smiled and began to enjoy its new and much larger area where it would have all the room needed to spread and grow. Mia was also happy with her choice of its new location since the fairies that might be drawn to the tree could pay homage Mo Daes, her first feline familiar.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 43
TUS NUA – ch 43 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) After Mr. O’Casey, the Headmaster of the university recited the instructions and ingredients, Mia carefully, under his watchful eyes, using a twig of an older hawthorne tree, carefully mixed the dried and mashed powder consisting of equal parts of rosemary, sage, mint, thyme, and lavender.
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 42
TUS NUA – ch 42 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) The rain flowed down in a soft but steady mist and as Mia smiled, she called out to her familiar. “Midnight, we’ll be going soon. Stop fiddlin’ with that silly stick. You’re a cat, not a dog.”
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Fiction
