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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.

Could Be the Perfect Gift

It wasn't the plan to start preparing for Christmas before Thanksgiving. I have never in all my life done that. It sneaks up on me every year. But with the early snowfall and all, what can I say? I found myself in the spirit. (Spoiler alert to staff and family...

An Enchanted Evening

The violin called out a sweet message setting a stage of elegance. I lifted my eyes from my conversation to the staircase as the dancers made their entrance and slowly began their descent into the space where the audience stood watching mesmerized and suddenly we were...

Fight Like a Rose

He brought the small potted plant home from the grocery store at the start of summer and when it stopped blooming on the kitchen table I did what I don’t usually do and bought some rose food and planted it in the back yard. The green leaves turned yellow but as the...

Old Tree

I drove past the old farmhouse I grew up in this week. This tree. This tree, I loved. It’s grown. So tall. I used to be able to reach the lowest branch and lay myself across it and use my five years worth of weight to bounce it up and down, up and down. Little did I...

Sound of the Leaves

The sound of the leaves squished beneath our feet. We had passed out most of the Trick or Treats before we snapped on Fannie’s harness and leash then walked the ravines still finding others to...

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...

“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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