Bedside

The question posed to me again and again was, “Why you?” Sometimes not exactly in those words. Variants included “What the hell are you thinking?” and “Why should you care?” The event causing such a stir? Being at my ex’s bedside after his surgery for cancer. No one wished him ill. But what transpired between…

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…