By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist, novelist, and mom of 3 I’m about to tell you something I’ve never told anyone, and it’s going to sound crazy. It’s weird and 100 percent true. Brace yourself because… 

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist, novelist, and mom of 3 One of my favorite things about food is how even one smell or bite can become a time machine. It happened last week when a… 

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist, novelist, and mom of 3 Here’s a transcript of a conversation I had last week with the software robot, Alexa, who lives in our kitchen. Me (eating breakfast and looking… 

By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist, novelist, and mom of 3 “I forgot how nice it is to be able to walk all the way around my bed,” he said. “And it doesn’t matter when I… 

I couldn’t pick him out of the sea of green graduation gowns, but I knew he was down there somewhere. Our son Jack was one of more than a thousand students lined up in rows,… 

Today I ordered a chicken wrap from a server while sitting poolside at a Las Vegas hotel. She was so polite, so professional. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention — her butt cheeks were… 

Sometimes all you need to get something done — especially something you’re dreading — is another warm body. If you arrange to do that boring, hard thing while another person is nearby working on their… 

Weird things land in my email inbox, and then I know things I never wanted to know. I see things I can’t forget. And because I can’t get it out of my head, I end… 

Evenings should be easy. Don’t we all want to coast to a gentle landing at the end of a busy day? But lately it’s taking longer to get ready for sleep. Even though the kids…