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deborah wenzler farris

not according to plan

stories and thoughts on love and loss

When things don’t go according to plan,

there is a greater purpose and plan unfolding.

A Sort of Summer Evening Symphony

The wind from the north woods has made its way into our backyard and brings into present, past summers at the family cabin. I allow myself the luxury of memory and the melancholy it may evoke, to keep the special place alive in my mind, as the neighbors' loud voices...

Eye Doctor

I am still waiting Squinting and waiting All it took was a few dilating drops to distort my sight A few innocent drops And nine hours later I still shy away from the light But then why would I be surprised That’s all it ever takes Vision can be deceiving Deception...

Morning Thirst

Trees shed evening rain silver beads in morning light. Who expected jewels from the sky? Not I. If I stood beneath, unfurled my fingers, I could reach out and catch a drop or two. But from my perch I’ll watch and view nature’s work revealed in hues of green and see...

I Take it All Back

Some relationships seem to withstand the good, the bad, and the, well, maybe not ugly, although...yes the ugly too. Other's seem to withstand time spent apart. You have a way of picking up right where you left off. I've found the Word to be like that, like a...

For the Love of Red

I sit on the couch. It's a beautiful summer morning and I'm struggling to let ink flow onto the paper—well, actually, it’s pencil. I should switch to ink? The words swirling in my head are spinning like the wheels of a bicycle. I haven’t overcome this self doubt. It’s...

I Need My People

I know I am being prodded daily to open up and connect more with others. As much as I think I would prefer otherwise, I am realizing that even when I am vulnerable, I am at my best when I've been with 'my people', as they say. Sparks of clearer understanding appear,...


There was no way I could have better prepared for what this past year would bring than to move deeper into my faith. I did, and have been since I made the request to God when I turned fifty to turn me into a woman after His own heart. It took me a long time to get...

A Writer’s Prayer

To write is to hear God’s voice within. There is a filling, you sense it, igniting new life, sparking ideas. I am nothing without God's Spirit of creativity. Pray for others, the Spirit whispers. What do they need to hear? Equip others for their purpose, their...

Dance and Your Heart Grows

“Sit down over here,” Todd said Saturday morning as I pulled a chair out from the table under an umbrella. “We can sit together. The sun is passing. You’ll be in the shade.” Even with a medication that warns against sun exposure, not to mention general dermatologists’...

The Sun Comes Up

Your voice came to Elijah in a whisper A light from heaven flashed, You spoke to Paul In a vision You came to Annanias I sit with Bible open, and long to hear Your call 1 Kings 19:12, Acts 9:3, Acts 9:10 Once a Day Bible Day 165

“This is what I call a Master piece in every sense. Beautifully thought and beautifully written. I am always glad for my visits here.” –Sarah

Deb Farris

Deb Farris

Author / CEO

Deborah Wenzler Farris was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She is President/CEO of Danceworks Inc., an award-winning nonprofit arts organization serving the Milwaukee region. Farris began her career in theatre. After twenty years and forty-seven moves across the country, she bumped into her husband, an old friend from high school, one night during a snowstorm while home over Christmas. They married in 1999, and she returned to Milwaukee with her son, Charlie. Several years later, they bought the house she grew up in, where they currently reside with their dog and cat—Sam and Mary. That encounter on the street corner in a snowstorm led to a homecoming that made this book possible.

Conversations With Dad – The Book

Layered with the author’s personal account of her walk with her parents as they aged and their health declined, Conversations with Dad grew out of time spent together—father and daughter—sharing the stories of those who paved the way for her. It is rich with memories of her father’s life adventures and career as a noted architect. Told with tenderness and humor, it is a love story—the love of a man for his wife and family, his love for his work and church, and the love of a daughter for her parents.

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