Yom Yahveh. I learned this Jewish phrase has two meanings: Day of the Lord or Day of Perfect Being. In our modern world, most of us understand Sunday as the Lord’s Day. But I became intrigued by the second meaning Day of Perfect Being.
Five men engaging in pleasant conversation seated around a large mahogany dining table. Lighting is dimmed. Background piano music plays quietly on Alexa. Mary delivers a slice of luscious blueberry pie to each guest, then takes a seat at the head of the table.
I admit I love my new kitchen. I’ve waited more than 20 years for this overhaul. It’s stylish and beautiful and wonderfully distinctive. I’m all about the custom designed, one-of-a-kind, never repeatable, work of art, mine-all-mine countertops. Those counters perfectly compliment the gorgeous copper sink, Tuscan-style wall and backsplash tile, new window, lighting and my... Continue Reading →
A childhood memory of my family gathered reciting nightly prayers emerges as I lock my car and hurry along the brightly lit walkway. I bend to enter the secret code into the keypad unlocking the door to the church. The Adoration Chapel is … cozy. I don’t feel the warmth of the room as much... Continue Reading →
I toss the blanket aside heading to my bedroom to dress. “Can I wear pajama pants?” I ask Stella. ‘Seems very disrespectful’ she indicates with a wide yawn.