Rosie Preston

By Rosie Preston A certain kind of behavior recently came back to haunt me. It first occurred when my children were in school. Looking back, I realize that it happened over a period of years. But I can’t forget, oh, no! Back then, my son “forgot” to bring his spelling book home. At first, he

By Rosie Preston During this holiday season, I’d like to show my appreciation for the men and women who are employed at Sparks Orthopedics and Sports Medicine Clinic. Each day is brand new because the clinic treats so many patients. The clinic is a provider established in Rainbow City and specializes in physical therapy. In

By Rosie Preston Author’s note: this article was submitted by Gary and Joy Burt This is the season to be bombarded with trying to fulfill our loved one’s Christmas wishes. It is a wonderful time of year and I love to buy gifts, especially for the children. Most kids request what they have seen or

By Rosie Preston Many years ago, when my grown children were still young, Santa always paid a visit to our home on Christmas Eve. Now that I’ve gotten older, the last few years of Christmases have dwindled down to include only a few family members. The large family gathering and the feast my family prepared

By Rosie Preston This poem was published years ago when Alyse was in high school at the Alabama School of Fine Arts in Birmingham. She also has an MBA from Rollins College. Alyse is the daughter of Anita Hand, whom I was friends with at Gadsden High School many years ago. Alyse is on the

By Rosie Preston Often there are times I want to write an article which may involve more than one or two articles. However, since we are not living in what we can now describe as our lives before the COVID-19 virus and how our lives have changed since last March. Already, many people, including family

By Rosie Preston After Phil’s brother, Ronald Rigsby, passed away recently, a most informative letter was sent to our family from Legacy of Hope, Alabama’s Organ and Tissue Donation Alliance out of Birmingham. My brother-in-law, who was 64, made the decision years ago to be an organ donor and the family honored his wishes. It

By Rosie Preston Being the first child born to my parents, I decided years ago that my parents liked me so much because I have three younger sisters. Because of the birthing order, I took it upon myself to take care of them. Often, one of my sisters will call on me for one reason

By Rosie Preston Is there anyone in the world, at least the United States, who will buy – or at least think about – turkeys during the Thanksgiving holiday? I know my mom could cook a great tasting turkey. I’ll never forget the first time I cooked a turkey. Even though I made a huge mistake,

By Rosie Preston It’s true; I forget a lot more nowadays than when I was younger. My grandchildren often ask me to do errands for them or remind me – of all things – to remind them of something they have told me. I’m almost positive that they’re holding an intervention meeting now to list

By Rosie Preston This story happened many years ago when my three grandchildren were young, but since then, the United Post Office has very important issues while the Presidential votes are counted correctly. I decided I would bring this old article to life. Just remember that this was before cell phones were constantly being used.

By Rosie Preston Our current Alabama weather is a reminder of once again dealing with climate change. I don’t intend on bragging or saying I’m smarter than anyone else, but I noticed many years ago that the summer season was lasting longer. When I was in grammar school, I wore a sweater each morning. Going

By Rosie Preston Every day, I wonder if I will ever feel wise. I think I’ve reached the Golden Years, and I’m remembering the days when children listened to their elders and did not question a word they heard. I’ve found that my children will listen and roll their eyes. They don’t believe my memories

By Rosie Preston I will tell you right away that my husband is an Alabama fan. I come from a long line of Alabama fans, and I am experienced with the excitement of a game. From a woman’s point of view, or at least this woman’s point of view, I must tell you that I

By Rosie Preston When one finds herself speechless, it’s okay because I’ve always been able to write better than talk. So I’m writing to tell my family and friends that you have truly blessed my heart with your cards, food, gifts of cash and phone calls. I’d like to share a hug, but because we cannot do

By Rosie Preston Several years ago, we decided to check into a home alarm system. I feel safer knowing that if I’m either at home or away from home, the police will be there within minutes. We also decided to get a combination fire and carbon monoxide alarm. The other day, our alarm system became

By Rosie Preston In dedicating this article to the thousands of American citizens suffering from the coronavirus, I must say that I now understand their hopelessness. It had been only a few minutes when the call came from my mom’s nursing home. Allow me to return to March of this year when the nursing home

By Rosie Preston Every time the phone rings and I see that it is from my mother’s nursing home residence, my heart skips a beat. I’ve received more calls lately than before March. The call came that I had hoped would not come finally came. Roxanne the social worker informed that my mother was being

By Rosie Preston The words of an old song go something like this: “I just don’t know what to do with myself. I just don’t know what to do with my time.” These words do not describe my life! I do know what to do with myself and with my time. Several senior citizens warned

By Rosie Preston During this time of experiencing so many emotions that seem to be left to chance, I cannot help but associate them with the pandemic as it follows its own path. My connection to the outside world has been to speak on the phone with several friends and family members. We agree that

By Rosie Preston During my senior years, I admit that I often wake to shocking news when I turn on the TV. When this happens, your perspective changes in what you may have believed in all of your life. So many situations are slapping us right where it hurts, our hearts and our daily lives!

By Rosie Preston Sometimes you will meet a random stranger who shares a few words with you. Amazingly, the two of you will form a bond, and you have a new friend, a friend who does not reject but accepts you just the way you are. A lady recently shared her life story of rejection,

Last week was hectic. My typing was not going well as my computer insisted on acting like a child experiencing the terrible twos. Thank goodness, the machine eventually granted me a short amount of time before I had to send in my article for this week. I’ve found that it’s a challenge to laugh during

By Rosie Preston Earlier this week I turned my TV to a channel geared to providing a beautiful scene along with calm and relaxing music. There was a photo of a farm that has a garden, a tractor, sunflowers and a windmill. It looked as if there is a local fair in the background since

By Rosie Preston The question is: How do you live your dash? This is the 11th article written as the coronavirus rages on, with many states having a large number of citizens testing positive. Many years ago, I received an email with the following poem. It is quite amazing when I ponder the importance of

By Rosie Preston The timing is off by a day. My daughter celebrated her birthday on July 2, and this issue comes out on July 3. But that seems to be the story of my life lately. I often get confused concerning the day of the week. Staying at home does have specific issues, like

By Rosie Preston So many times, we continue to be updated about the coronavirus and how it is changing lives. I believe the past three days afforded me the opportunity to jump through a hurdle and find that I could indeed get interested again in cleaning my house. Last Sunday morning, Phil’s son called to

By Rosie Preston When the virus seemed to hit us like a slap in the face, I didn’t comprehend the changes it would bring to my household. For example, Phil and I decided to take some comforters and pillows to a laundromat. Within minutes of walking inside, I found myself laughing and conversing with strangers.

By Rosie Preston When I began this article, I chose to write a poem expressing my feelings and thoughts. The sky was gray, the thunder was rumbling and the trees were blowing outside my window. My mood matched the weather, as I knew the skies would clear. It was a perfect day to share my

By Rosie Preston My daughter came to my house on Mother’s Day and brought me scrumptious soaps and lotions. She also told me that I needed a break. I probably did look somewhat weary. I had become sad with everything that’s going on in our United States of America because of the COVID-19 pandemic and