The Rockwood Files

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 People are a mystery. Sometimes I’m convinced we’re all just a bunch of intricate puzzles who happen to be wearing pants. To have a decent shot […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 There’s a baby in the house. A tiny, orange, fuzzy baby with two green eyes, 18 pink toes, and 24 whiskers that are too long for […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 August has baggage. And I’m not just talking about the oppressive heat and the swamp-level humidity. The month begins with the last dregs of summer and […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 There’s an easy way to tell whether or not you have an unhealthy attachment to your computer: How do you react when it might be broken? […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I wish I’d known years ago that my ability to sleep well might have an expiration date. I used to be so good at it. In […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Sometimes, I get angry emails. It doesn’t happen often, which is good because I don’t try to inspire irritation. But when you write for the public […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 My older brother was one of those guys — a fireworks guy. Do you know one? A guy who loves fireworks so much that the 4th […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Being a professional writer has a few perks, like knowing when “i” comes before “e” and eavesdropping on strangers’ conversations in the name of “research.” But […]