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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.

What is Love?

It’s the silly little things that come back to me. There is nothing silly about sickness. But maybe it’s being sick that makes so much of my life seem silly now. For example, I bought at least a dozen beautiful bras at Boston Store’s closeout sale. I was always...

Reverence

A song, through the wind to my ears. A robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to rest in April snow. Wordless, sparks in the mist, crystal airwaves of the evening sky land on my hood. I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you? Low branches,...

Leading the Way: What I Learned from My Mom and Moses

Dolores was driving a tractor by the time I was learning to ride a bike. My dad held the seat so I could balance while her dad stood off at a distance evaluating the rows of freshly mowed hay. If they weren’t straight enough, she had to start all over again. Two...

Waiting for the Call (Back)

I received my answer. Regarding the Callback. Three times I had been asked to audition, had said no, and received the callback to audition anyway with the location and appointed time to be there. I had only one impromptu conversation with the producer. And then she...

In the Quiet of Quintana Roo

Seven days ago I flew with my husband to Quintana Roo, where the wind blows off the sea onto the great expanse of sun drenched land, filled with palm trees and exotic flowers. The sun and sea and quiet were to help make me well again. Rain had been predicted off and...

Beautiful Things

Who can turn off the moon or flip off the starlight? Not you. Not I. We are who the sky invites to sit beneath its vast canopy and rest within the moon's light or beneath the sun as it traverses across this great field of a sky And we are where the salty sea dries on...

When the Cloud Lifts

Morning arrives earlier than in days past. I wake in the dark long before daylight, somewhere between midnight and daybreak which suits my disposition. Admittedly, I’m passing through the dark, but heading toward dawn. When the cloud settles upon you, stay put, the...

An Allegory of Faith

One way ends, another begins. Recycled Syntyche. Reused like an old bike, broken apart, its parts repurposed and passed on. She always wanted to believe that God could recycle her into something new and sleek with lots of good gears to travel light and with speed....

Looking for Deeper Meaning

I know, this may not seem like a popular topic, but will you stay with me for a moment? Reading Leviticus was kind of like hanging out with an annoying person, don't you think..? "Oh no, not this again," I would mutter, but then began to realize I must be as annoying...

When Love Overwhelms

My head was in the way. That’s never a good thing. I can’t write from my head. It doesn't work. The last thing I want to do is waste your time. The best I can give you must start and end with my heart. And when it does, I know. There is a release, a sort of birth....

“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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