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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.

My Grandmother

My grandmother was a teacher when most women stayed at home. She rose before the sun each day to scribble down a poem. She helped her ma and pa, would feed the pigs and steer, then walk past fields of wheat and corn, to teach children she held dear. She married and...

The Artist’s Clock

Some may need a clock to tell them when to start and when to stop. But this is not the way to Art. Does tree say to its sap, "Not now? Don’t feed my tendrils bending low, against the setting sun. No more your flow? The 17th hour is here!" Or what of aloe plant so...

Picture of Piano and Violin

The creature was alone, it’s color interchangeable, black then white against ripples of water’s movement. The statuesque neck of a black swan. Or was it white? A swell of sound and bird spreads its wings rising from water’s surface. Sheer beauty splashing jewels like...

Evening Sound

A hush falls over the house after the day's nonstop activity. Candle lit, popcorn buttered. Wine poured. Newspapers spread. We read. Your legs, thrown up on the table's edge (as I prefer mine) with bandaged foot. We still run barefoot though we’ve now passed 60. The...

There Really is a Popeye!

The story below was originally posted on my blog called Sundays with Dad in October 2013. I found out today that Popeye passed away yesterday, so I dug it up and am reposting it here in his honor. Here's to you Popeye. Love you always and God bless you... It was one...

Monarch Moment

So, I stopped writing because I didn’t think there was anything more to write. But then I noticed that it was like a conversation had ended. I suppose I’ve been talking to you nonstop...Have I? I was quiet long enough to listen. Look! you said. Write about this...

Sketching Boundaries

What is the shadow neath a wing? No fence to keep you in. Beyond this place, though clouded Boundary lines are clear. And safe are you within His watch. What is the apple of an eye? Surrounding colors set with stars, Circles orbiting to eternity We travel, a...

Summer at Dusk

Hey mister, did you notice your jacket is gray, just like the gray of the sky? Or that when you walk you blend in with the ground so that you could almost go unnoticed? Your friend there is as light as the curls unfolding from the ripples of the water. Aren't you a...

Preparing for a Trip!

She was kind, the woman who came to help us care for Mom. As she prepared to leave that morning, years ago now, she took Mom's hand and said, "I'll see you on the other side of Jordan". Those words came back to me when I woke up this morning and checked my old dog to...

Up Against the Shore

It is anchored there, like a buoy of protection, informing me of my inability and limitations, as if to say, “Do not swim beyond this point, silly child.” The ropes, north and south, define the boundaries. But I am stubborn, the sea beyond looks bluer. The sun...

“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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