Essays about life by Motherlode Mama Gwen
The Rockwood Files: The Other To-Do List
By Gwen Rockwood, columnist and mama of 3 I love a list. I write out a new “to do” list at least four or five times a week because it keeps me focused. Plus I […]
Essays about life by Motherlode Mama Gwen
By Gwen Rockwood, columnist and mama of 3 I love a list. I write out a new “to do” list at least four or five times a week because it keeps me focused. Plus I […]
By Gwen Rockwood, columnist A parent’s job is complex but, when you boil it down to the bare necessities, it revolves around providing three things: love, shelter and food. The love and shelter elements are […]
By Gwen Rockwood, mama of 3 Around 4:30 a.m. this morning, my stomach woke me up with an urgent message: “Get up or throw up.” So I got up. I wandered down the dark hallway, […]
By Gwen Rockwood, mama of 3 Three days ago I sat on the floor to play with our 18-month-old and noticed how she sometimes wrinkles up her nose when she thinks something is funny. “That […]
By Gwen Rockwood, columnist and mama of 3 About a month ago, Tom and I experienced a role reversal. He started working out of our house, as I usually do, and my fledgling business required […]
By Gwen Rockwood, columnist and mama of 3 Our third child is a wonderful baby girl who has just turned 1 ½ years old this month. She has golden, wavy hair, deep blue eyes and […]
By Gwen Rockwood Some fathers teach their kid to swing a bat. Some fathers teach their kid to swim. My father taught me to raise squirrels. He brought them home from work one day, the […]
By Gwen Rockwood A few months ago I signed up our two boys, ages 6 and 4, for their first taste of team sports. They chose soccer and t-ball. I imagined us occasionally going to […]
By Gwen Rockwood Gather ‘round, men. I’m going to tell you one of the best things you could ever say to your wife. A sentence so powerful it’s sure to melt away any resentment she […]
Two weeks ago I had one of those moments of crisis when the only person I could really talk to, the only person I could fall apart with, was my mom. So I called her […]
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