divine ~ clever ~ or ~ whatever
MARY MAHAN DEATHERAGE
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.
I sit on the bed taking her hand in mine. It’s warm, soft, and familiar.
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 →
Pick a classmate’s name out of a bowl, keep it a secret, sneak nice notes or small treats into their desk, share a present at the school Christmas party and reveal your identity. Sounds simple, right? If you’re familiar with the Secret Santa game, you’ll know that it’s played in a group during the Christmas... Continue Reading →
Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me. "Never eat these unless you ask first," Mom warned. Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name.My friend, Jan and I played with our dolls, our moms chatted. Taking a water break, I spotted the butterscotch in a dish on the table. My... Continue Reading →
“Any concerns?” I hear unease in Dr. Marc’s voice.
Sitting in Walgreen’s parking lot I stare through the rain-smeared windshield, evening traffic rambles by.
Imitated each step. Followed every instruction. I struggle to prepare a meal to her perfection. I don’t possess the patience or skill to achieve mom’s cooking precision. She didn’t leave me her magic wand. Mom prepared recipes mostly from recollection. When she tried a new recipe, it was soon transformed and committed to memory. ... Continue Reading →
Boxes of unopened perfume and powder line the top shelf of her armoire. She adored gifts in her latest favorite scent, White Diamonds. I sigh as I wonder what to do with each of them. “Keep the packages nice and save your perfume for a special occasion,” she often told me when I was a... Continue Reading →
My mom’s devotion to Jesus was awe inspiring. I know she is now with him because he personally told her she would be. Mom has been my confidant, teacher, biggest cheerleader. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. The best cook and domestic goddess. She had style, class – she was Jackie O,... Continue Reading →
divine ~ clever ~ or ~ whatever 