Select Page

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.

Meaning-full Moments

Puppy is at peace under the park bench, choosing to sit rather than stand as she eats the fresh cuttings of mowed grass that have fallen on the cement. I let her nibble. The geometric lines of six sailboats shift on the horizon through the mist. A motor boat putters...

Tender Terrain

Yes you, amidst the rough terrain, against the waves, through stormy days you blossom. Dry earth, and sand, and rock your bed. It's there your beauty shines. You sleep though sun invades its light, with no complaint. Rain, like fuel, pounds against your fragile buds,...

From the Deck

The boards creak beneath the weight of my feet. The puppy squeaks. A breeze falls on my shoulders. I take a seat. The sun is hotter than the day before, beating down in stillness. Veiled by mist from a cloud, I feel relief. I keep my eyes closed, burning from bug...

Sunday Morning

Seriously? You're going to write about the crashing waves? Yes! Can you think of anything more exquisite? Seriously? Look at the golden mustard and pink phlox rising up against the silver of the sea. That's much more interesting. No...not now, I'm watching the curling...

Return to the Cabin

You open the door and we hear the water and the wind through the silvery birch leaves. We are settling in to the pace of Island life. We bump into each other for the first couple days. It is harder for you to slow down than me. I am content to cook, to read, to write....

Still Bearing Fruit

Little tree, I do meet perchance, strolling on a summer day. Your fruit so plentiful, branches loaded, you are a picture of abundance. But what of these limbs when winter bare? Stark and colorless, no billowing form to shade this ground. Harvest complete, or so it...

A Word About Puppy Training

I don't have a whole lot of experience training puppies. Our dog Sam was the first time I'd ever experienced obedience school. He needed it. He did receive his diploma, but that was only because the trainer didn't want us bringing him back. I'm not sure I've mentioned...

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...

“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.

Purchase your copy today.

Follow Deb on WordPress

Get the latest posts delivered to your mailbox:

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This
%d bloggers like this: