The Rockwood Files

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 My first car was a powder blue Volkswagen bug, made sometime in the late 60s or early 70s. I don’t remember the exact year. At the […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 You’ve heard of a missing person’s report, right? I may have to file a missing “pieces” report. Because I haven’t seen my kids’ ears in months. […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Consequential. That’s the word that comes to mind when I think about all that has happened these past several months. Everything feels so… heavy. Even a […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I’ve been thinking a lot about independence lately. Not just because we’re about to celebrate an unusual Fourth of July minus the annual gathering of friends […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 A beagle and a possum walk into a backyard. Only one would leave with his dignity. It might sound like the opening line of a bad […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Last weekend, the five of us gathered chairs around the small barbecue grill in the backyard and watched a year’s worth of work go up in […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 One of the greatest writers of all time, the late Erma Bombeck, once made this profound statement: “I am not a glutton – I am an […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Okay, I’m just going to say it. I wear a mask. My whole family does. I hope we can still be friends. For some people, mask […]