Sometimes when I stand on the rocks, the water is gentle. The sun throws splashes of daylight stars to tickle my feet. Other days, the water is playful. The breeze laughs, blows bubbles around my ankles and knees, pretending these small waves can topple me. On darker days, the water churns by swiftly, and it…Continue Reading “Riptide”

“You’re afraid of the water,” they said when Morgan bought the little sailboat, “why would you buy a boat?” They laughed when she said, “Just in case.” It was true that Morgan feared the water, and so it was no surprise to anyone – Morgan included – that year after year the little boat stayed…Continue Reading “Open Water”