In memory of my Grandpa Ron Stockton. Elvis Presley’s voice fills the RV. The words of “Put Your Hand In the Hand” collect in my nearly teenage mind. My dad sits in the driver’s seat, fiddling with his radio. The twenty-seven hour drive bores him, and he finds his entertainment in trying to communicate withContinue reading “Grandpa Ron”
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Sierra
A hoof stomped the damp dirt, spraying mud against my face and church shirt. I looked up at Sierra’s toffee-colored face. I was crunched up on the ground, and she towered above me. She lowered her head and nuzzled my shoulder with her velvet nose, smearing molasses on my shirt. My mom would be mad.Continue reading “Sierra”
Writing to Worship 