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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.

Sam’s Farwell

Todd and I gave our dog Sam a voice. You have to imagine this story being told by Sam in his voice.  It sounded a little like Barney... I woke up this morning with a cold. Have you ever heard a dog sneeze all day long? Well, I sneezed all day long. That was a new...

Knowing When to Make the Call

One, two, three pills, I counted. Do I call and request another refill? The prescription has been refilled many more times than I ever expected.  Or do I face up to things and schedule that dreaded appointment with the Vet? Or will Old Dog just keep getting weaker...

She Came to Lift Me Up

She came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. He came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. She stood at my bedside like a flame, setting my heart alight with love. He stood like a flame, setting hearts alight with Love. She came because she knew I was...

Good Grief Good Grace

I turned the handle, icy cold water poured out and then I noticed the ladybug. Within seconds, it was pummeled, wings spread wide as it tried to fly. Imagine that tiny bug staying afloat. It circled in a fury, one way then the other, almost losing the battle. I was...

Love Me Anyways

She was just past 63—years of age that is, not the Highway…or was that Highway 66? The Route they took to California when she became pregnant with her first son. Yes, I think that was 66. And now, counting on my fingers, I realize she was actually sixty-five. I am 63...

Mundane or Miraculous

Runs. My mom called them runs. A pianist plays runs. She was expert at them. Her fingers sweeping over ivory, high and low registers, commanding the keyboard with precision and power, as if calling creation into being. I imagine there was music at creation—the richest...

Everyday Moments

In the dim light of dusk, following the season's first snow, he unloads the dishwasher. Stacks of ceramic, handfuls of silver, and gleaming glass are put in place. She lies and listens, as if measuring her moments. Cupboards' metal magnets snap shut from shaky hinges...

We Carry Them Within Our Bones

We carry them within our bones. It’s no surprise we hear them in our voices. We carry them within our eyes. It’s no surprise we see their faces in our own reflections. We carry them within our hands and it's no surprise, for they long carried us. I can hear my...

Lunch “Hour” with the Pets

I really thought I was getting this down to a science... Walk in back door. Feed Fannie, carry Sam outside. Let him sniff. Move fast to add second load of wash. Leash Fannie. Grab baggies and treats as Fannie flings jubilantly around ankles and prances out the door....

Revelation At Dusk

It is not love wrapping its wooly fleece around my shoulders that wakes me It is not the bouquet of flowers left at the door that enters my thoughts It is not the knowing look in another’s eyes, giving my existence a sense of meaning, that crosses my mind. No, it is...
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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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