Rosie Preston

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

By Rosie Preston Mornings are not the best time of my day. I usually wake up with a sadness in my soul, and it takes me a while to remember where the negative feelings are coming from. My first thought each morning concerns my mother’s situation and that fact that I have been unable visit

By Rosie Preston My mission of journaling has given me the time needed to de-clutter my home. There have always been so many reasons to put it off until tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes. So staying at home has given me the advantage of tackling this project, which is comparable to a weed growing in my

By Rosie Preston Many people have shared with me the ways the coronavirus has changed their everyday lifestyles, but because of copyright issues, they will remain anonymous. However, I can write about the many changes that have occurred. Perhaps the most traumatic event occurring within us is our fear that many loved ones may have

By Rosie Preston Last week’s article seems like it was years ago instead of just a few days. Are you also watching the news several times a day? My family is keeping up with it. Each day is just as intense as the day before, as it involves the facts about the coronavirus. The title

By Rosie Preston So many people are speechless as we deal with the coronavirus pandemic. I stay informed about it yet there are conflicts within me as I listen to different news reports from our government officials, switching between facts and opinions. Doctors and scientist are 24-7 searching for a cure. Many believe the reason of how

By Rosie Preston During the past few weeks, I have been filing papers found in a suitcase. It’s amazing the strange things I find to write on since I forget to keep a notebook by my side. I find myself grabbing anything I can to quickly write down my thoughts so I won’t forget them.

By Rosie Preston Found on ladies’ bumper stickers: * So many men, so few who can afford me! * God made us sisters, Prozac made us friends. * Princess, having had sufficient experience with princes, seeks frog. * Coffee, chocolate, men…some things are just better rich. * Don’t treat me any differently than you would

By Rosie Preston It’s been 12 years since my mother’s illness began, yet it seems just like yesterday that I could visit with her, share books, watch funny movies, and talk on the phone at least once a day. I already miss the way my mom was when she was younger. This kind of situation

By Rosie Preston The main reason I am sharing this family situation with you, my readers, it is this wonderful newspaper who gives me the opportunity to continue to do what I love to do, which is to write and to share. It was two years ago when Phil woke up as usual to go

By Rosie Preston Perched high in the cozy nest, in the limbs of a tree, the sparrow lifted its voice to sing a morning song. Quickly a thunderstorm brought wind and rain, the sparrow’s song was weak. And the beautiful bird’s song was lost. This storm shall pass, she convinced herself, and spread her wings

By Rosie Preston Love is everywhere! If you don’t have it, you want it, long for it and look for it. If you’ve got it, you want to be reminded of it, especially if you are female or a child and it is Valentine’s Day. We are reminded daily about love through different sources. One

By Rosie Preston New Year’s Day is a way to measure time to us, with the importance of a birthday. It is an exciting day for me, even though I’m embarrassed to say the last two years, I fell asleep before the midnight hour! Still, as I thought about it last night, all comfy in

By Rosie Preston Many times, I have shared stories about the many homes I cleaned for different families to make extra money. I can loudly voice, even scream it from the rooftops (of those houses) that there should be a Cleaning 101l class. The first lesson should be to have a friend to help. The

By Rosie Preston  New Year’s Day is a way to measure time to us, with the importance of a birthday. It is an exciting day for me, even though I’m embarrassed to say the last two years, I fell asleep before the midnight hour! Still, as I thought about it last night, all comfy in