Rosie Preston
07 October 2022
<strong>By Rosie Preston</strong>
Earlier this week I called my husband Phil and asked him to please pick up the table at the end of our street. He laughed...
29 September 2022
<strong>By Rosie Preston</strong>
My two great-granddaughters who were spending the night looked very serious as they approached me.
Brooklyn, the oldest,...
16 September 2022
<strong>By Rosie Preston</strong>
Some time ago, I had been cleaning a friend’s house whose laundry room was large enough to hang her clean clothes as...
19 August 2022
My grandson recently said the above headline in a nice voice. For some reason, I’ve mulled over those five words. Could they make sense in a daily...
28 July 2022
<strong>By Rosie Preston</strong>
This is a true story; one I must have stored deep inside my golf ball-sized writing brain.
Sometimes my great-grandchildren...