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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.

Moving On

I’ve been living in this place, a sort of in-between place, where no matter what I do, there is still clutter. If I let go of something, I immediately find a way to replace it with something else. I can’t just let something go to let it go, and it leaves me with this...

When Light Shines through a Hole in the Heart

I notice the fog as I take a final look out the window before heading to bed and feel an odd sense of comfort. At 2:00 a.m., I begin to understand why. What had been invisible to the eye—the air—had become visible, or so it seemed. The white mist of comfort,...

Dancing Through

When I look at the stacks of paper and pencils on our table I don’t think of writing I think of dancing Is that strange? Writing began as I had to move through the saddest of saddest grief In order to learn how to move again I had to stop moving When his heartbeat...

Old Friends

What we noticed was, there is this deeply rooted familiarity in old friendships, a shared history, and a grounding that makes it possible to pick up where you left off 40 years before. But it’s more than that. The experiences lived separately are threaded together...

Front Porch

The great thing about sitting on a front porch is the people you get to see. You’re there to notice when a car stops in front of your house. I was sitting on the porch trying to write a blog. I didn’t really have anything to say but I was avoiding the bigger...

Saturday Morning

Guitar Dog Sprinklers Coffee Newspaper “Pretty flowers.” Mosquito bites Bare feet Chickadee calling His soft singing Lavender bug repellant Cat inside screen door Red watering can reflecting sunlight “What should we do...

Too Beautiful

It was a bit scattered. I was a bit scattered. I like to begin in stillness. The day, that is. If I see my notifications, it’s not good. If I check one, it’s a landslide. Then I have to begin all over again. But that’s hard because by then my head is moving ahead of...

So Write!

The Spirit pours in (He gives words to write) So pour it all out (on the page) With so much retained, less will be gained (it only adds clutter) It’s the Law of Divine Supply (check out His Bestseller) Put words down on paper, empty your vessel (share His beauty)...

Follow Me

Oh the beauty of the one Who says, My soul Purpose is to help others. Ask and you shall receive, My faith instructs So I, too, ask. May I be one, please, who through this blessed life May help another? But what a grand Request. I fear The load too heavy Or I too weak....

Dear Hope

I sometimes forget about you You are abstract Love has it so much better Doesn't she? But who is Love Without you? We can see Love In her eyes In her smiles In her tears We can't see you But Hope seen Is not Hope! Love needs you, Hope Don't disappear. Inspired by...

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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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