The case of the missing red belt
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Our 12-year-old groans every time he sees a back-to-school commercial, which lately seems to happen once every five seconds. (I can’t blame him. When adults go…
Weird is their middle name
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Today I read something in the newspaper that convinces me there are people in the world with entirely too much time on their hands. How else…
The Rockwood Files: Lessons from the old school
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 I tossed a new book into the beach bag and headed out the door with the kids to swim team practice. We both dove in –…
Road warriors back from battle
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 We made it. Dragging in past midnight, bleary-eyed with sore behinds from more than 10 hours sitting in the car, we each fell into our own…
My dignity on ice
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 My refrigerator made a fool of me today. This morning when I came downstairs to the kitchen, it was croaking – loudly. It sounded like an…
Who’s afraid of the big “bag” wolf?
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 Last night I let our Beagle Charlie out into the backyard for his usual “last call” potty break before going to bed for the night. I…
I don’t mean to brag, but…
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 My mom taught me not to brag, but I’ll make an exception this one time. Because after my last few trips to the grocery store, I’ve…
What were you wearing when…?
By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3 “Can we give it to him now? Please, Mom? It’s just a few days early.” “No, you can wait. If you give it to him today,…
Netflix Zombies
It’s not culturally sophisticated to admit it, but I love TV – always have. I loved it ever since I was a kid and Fred Flintstone heard the whistle blow at five o’clock and slid…
A Taste of Time Travel
You don’t need a time machine to revisit the past. What you need is the right meal. Last night I had a big bowl full of “wilted lettuce” that took me right back to 1983.…