Picture This
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I felt it as soon as I woke up this morning – that familiar pang of dread in the pit of my stomach that can only…
Glory and the Geek
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I am a geek. Always have been. But now it’s easy – and almost cool – to admit it. Twenty-five years ago? Not so much. Back…
Procrastination: Shoulda Woulda Coulda
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Like most writers, I have a dance partner whose name is Procrastination. I hate his guts. What a slacker. And yet we keep on dancing. We…
To Selfie or not to selfie… that is the question
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Remember the story of Narcissus? He’s the main character in a Greek myth about a man so entranced by his own good looks that he pines…
Bullied at home
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Sometimes I feel like I’m being bullied in my own home – by the pets. I’m bigger than they are, so how is it that they…
Feeling a little loopy
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 If you’re feeling a little distracted and loopy lately, the culprit might just be – get this – loops. Specifically? Open loops. An “open loop” is…
Parenting in a Wi-Fi world
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 It was the summer of 1980 and the open field next to our house was overgrown with tall grass nearly waist-high. Then one day papers blew…
Why I Don’t Camp
By Gwen Rockwood In a few weeks it will officially be fall, which means I can stop making excuses for why I can’t go camping. I realize there are millions of people who go camping…
C is for Capable
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 A wonderful thing is happening at our house. The kids are becoming… capable. That sounds weird, I know. It’s not like they were helpless blobs all…
The Rockwood Files: DNA Disco
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Sometimes genetics can be cruel. Often the things you hope won’t get passed down to your kids are the very things that show up and start…