Hey, I’m Adam Rockwell. I live on the Central Oregon Coast, where the tsunamis are hypothetical (so far) and the agates are elusive on Agate Beach, but I’m always searching. Here’s what I do here: ✏️ Short essays, photos, and daily dispatches from my writing life. Whatever comes to mind and the occasional existential reflection. 📚 Fiction…
Field Of Head Traumas
Growing up in rural Wisconsin, we were required to play baseball. Not by law, mind you, but by our fathers and peer pressure. This was just for the boys. I can’t speak for the girls who were likely forced to play softball, which actually looked much more violent than baseball. Have you seen these ladies…
A Work Rule To Live By 🥓
I have worked many jobs in my life. Over 43 jobs. There’s one rule I live by at any job: I Do NOT EAT food made by fellow employees. Even if it’s a pie. 🍰 I’m from the Midwest, so a potluck is common. That said, every job has some form of a potluck: Perhaps…
This Is How Fluffles Sits Now
We have a cat named Fluffles. She’s just over a year old. We named her Fluffles because it suits her look. She’s fluffy. Especially her tail. I was informed that a Fluffle is a group of rabbits, but only people in Canada call a group of rabbits such. A Fluffles is more than one group…
The Big Creek Bridge Saga Is Almost Over!
Here in Newport, Oregon, we really have just one road going through town. 101. Highway 101. The 101. Locals insist that we call it just: 101. So 101 it is. My family lives in The Sea Hag Luxury Apartments on the north side of town (name of apartments changed so my stalker can’t find me….
Are We Poor Now, Papa?
Growing up in rural Menomonie, Wisconsin, people had perceptions of our little family. Lots and lots of different perceptions. Most of it was that we were a rich family. We, unfortunately, were not rich. We weren’t poor, but we sure as shit weren’t rich. My father’s name was Norman Keith Rockwell. He was a cartoonist…
House People in an Apartment
If you’re “building a house,” are you really building a house? I live on the third floor of an apartment in Newport, Oregon. There are stairs involved. I’d complain, but we have a nice view of the Pacific from our deck. My office on the other hand… My office is on the parking lot side…
The Portland Airport & Sneaker Migraines
My little family of three got the privilege of going to the Portland International Airport last week. I got the privilege of a migraine as a thank-you gift. We live on the Coast of Oregon and I am LOATHE to leave the seaboard in summer. Often, when it’s 62 degrees in Newport, it’s 105 in…
Urn Living: My Father’s First Time On a Plane
This is my father pictured below. Norm Keith Rockwell. He went by Keith, but people loved to call him Norman Rockwell because who wouldn’t! He WAS an art teacher and a magazine cartoonist, not the painter, not that that mattered. In 2023 he died after a short illness he was hoping would be a bit…
I Was Secretly a Ghostwriter for 19 Years 👻
Just found out a year ago. I’m a ghostwriter. There, I said it. Now you know my deep dark secret. But I never tried to become a ghostwriter, per se. In fact, I didn’t even know I was a ghostwriter until about a year ago. Why? Because the definition of what a ghostwriter is has…
Writing a Tsunami Novel During a Real Tsunami Advisory
I live in Newport, Oregon. It is a nice little city on the Central Oregon Coast. Last week, on Wednesday, in the late afternoon we got tsunami alerts coming into all our phones and emails and texts and ham radios. We were under “TSUNAMI WATCH!” That’s something easy to forget about around here. The constant…