A Reflection on Becoming

...just when I think I’ve made it, when the ground seems stable & the horizon bright, I somersault again. Sometimes the somersaults are more discombobulating than at other times, bringing me  straight to the underbelly, to the depths…
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Introducing Grace Berger

I once ran a marathon.  And a few half marathons since then.  If you know me, I am not “a runner.”  My freshman year college roommate asked me to join a “Marathon Training Class” with her.  I told her she was crazy as I readily agreed…