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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.


It appears on the outside that all is well but there is much on the inside no one can tell One wears her burden on her face but another wears it well with grace We never know what the day may bring but we would do well to remember one thing The one who is hurting...

The Pumpkins Are Going to Make It

I think the pumpkins are going to make it this year. There must be enough in the neighborhood to keep the squirrels eating courses, traveling from house to house like we’ve always wanted to do ourselves: first course at Winnie’s, second at Connelly’s , third at...


I wake in the night. I lay quietly for a while hoping sleep will set in. Out of the corner of my eye I see slow, intermittent sparks of light pass the window. It feels at this hour as if I have access to other worldly powers. I lay in the silence for some time,...

Take Good Care of Yourself

I’d assume if you’re a person of a certain age, you have found yourself Googling symptoms x, y, or z at some point in your life. I’ve had a couple scares over my lifetime, or someone I love has, and have surfed through sites in search of symptoms that might point me...

It’s Always Been About Love

From my first memory of leaning into my brother who I loved so much by three years of age I asked him to marry me. From his scanty eyed looks when I made poor choices, to his defense if I was poorly treated. It's always been about love. From my kiss on his forehead...

The Good Fighter

We all know the enemy casts foreboding shadows, that every senseless situation swirls through the air and into the human heart. The silver edged lightening crackles across the lake, typhoons and hurricanes break us in two; we pick up the pieces and move on. Anyone who...

A Zoo?

I left my computer at work tonight because I thought Todd would be home. You know, just anticipating a little quality time. When the garage door was closed as I pulled up the driveway, I checked my text, Event Thursday night, GreenBay tonight. Rats. I could have have...

For the Love of Lula

Her eyes looked past trees that had made themselves into statues. It was as though from her seat on the porch they were but scenery, the decorum set before a majestic backdrop that extended far beyond what my eyes could see, but hers could. Her eyes glistened. I saw...

My Magical Mistakes

I drizzle olive oil across mashed potatoes and set the pan in the oven to broil. I make a promise not to burn this like the eggplant. I might have sacked the sad looking slices but one taste proved that the high heat had bust open the flavor of the spices I had dusted...

Tappy the Mouse

This story was originally posted in Fall, 2013 on my former blog called, Sundays with Dad. It had nothing to do with my dad. I was beginning to branch out a little. Here's to you, Tappy... "We have a problem," I hear my husband say from the kitchen as I walk in the...
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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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