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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.

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....

My Pugnacious Fear

I’m awake. Unsettled, unsatisfied by my inability to have ink flow on the paper this weekend. Swirling words became twisted and forced by some false attempt at fleeing from fear. I didn’t overcome anything. Least of all my fear. It’s still here, it woke me. I had laid...

There’s Still Lots of Work to Do…

I don’t know about you, but I need to breathe in that soothing fragrance today. The water is boiling, our places are set. The Jasmine leaves are in the teapot, and I’ve opened up His Love Letter to us. It’s over here on the table, come sit with me? There is this...

The Callback

I want to hold on to this day, the hours within it, the moments as they unfold, reminding me of days spent in the golden wheat fields of my childhood. I would lie in tall grass, my face up to a ceiling of amorphous clouds, white against blue, transparent and opaque,...

The Devil is in the Detail?

The snow is cooperating today. You know my reading is not going according to plan. The plan was to be on Day 43 and I am still trailing six days behind. It’s these details! You can’t skim through Exodus, can you? Anyway, it’s a snowy day and all I need to do is think...

Good Evening

The black ice, treacherous beneath a blackening sky. Bitter wind seeps through chimney bricks. Your presence is so soothing to me, I say, breaking the silence. What? Just having me around? Mmm, just the sound of your puttering. This is not puttering. What would you...

The Pursuit

I am ending the week where you might have begun. I’m still in Week 5 when the plan was to be in Week 6. Something has held me back. I get stuck on words and sentences. I find myself fitting my own life experiences and patterns into the scenarios of the scriptures. I...

“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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