Rob’s heart beat faster as he parked his pickup and climbed the steps to the porch. The little red chair sitting in the corner couldn’t be the same one he lost years ago, but he had to ask. It had been his dad’s chair first, then his. Rob couldn’t remember if it was lost by…Continue Reading “The Red Chair”

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”