Why am I running so much? I hate running. What am I running away from? Or to? Or where, or whom, or what? Today I ran to the old church.
I ran to my old childhood schools. I ran roads and bridle paths. I ran until I cried. Is that what I wanted?
Am I running away from memory?
My baby’s name was Grace. Her name was Grace Evangeline Somers. And She lived. And I loved her