Being saved from my crazy self

Jesus, I love it when I am saved from myself. Talk about grace. I am having a perfect Sunday morning. I know you know what those feel like. Aretha and I singing “Baby I Love You” at the top of our lungs while I cook my son and his buddy breakfast. Etta James joined in…

Who dat? Joy? Come on in.

She is so wonderful and yet so annoying. Never calling before she drops in to visit. And yet, when I hear the knock, I always let her in . . . I stare at my glass of sparkling rosé, tiny bubbles rising to the top of one of my 13 crystal wedding goblets. I was…