The Rockwood Files

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I watched a man fish today at 30,000 feet above the Earth. He was sitting across the aisle one row ahead of me on an airplane […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 By this time next week, I’ll be 39. The actual age doesn’t bother me much but the number is downright embarrassing. Thirty-nine sounds like it’s desperately […]

There’s an old TV commercial for Tootsie Pops featuring a cartoon boy who poses this question to wise Mr. Owl: “How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a […]

A few years ago, I stopped turning on the car radio. At the time, it was because the kids were usually in the car with me and I didn’t want them hearing the “bump and […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Early this morning, I opened my eyes and saw 7-year-old Jack’s eyes looking right at me, just inches from my face. “Mom,” he whispered. “I need […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Tom and I have kept our end of a deal we made two years ago with our oldest son, Adam. When he was 8, he asked […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 While browsing for books the other day, I ran across a compilation of letters written by famous, notable women. Each woman wrote a letter to her […]

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 One of my favorite Looney Tunes cartoons is the one where Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck argue about whether it’s duck season or rabbit season. Elmer […]