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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.

GuiDANCE

Distraction. I can only imagine the hopscotch we are playing across the internet. I stop playing. I keep my routine. I begin each day in my corner of the couch, Todd in his. We drink coffee. He reads the papers and keeps me informed. I want summaries of local,...

AbunDANCE

They walked on the shoreline of La Saladita and she said she needed a coconut shell to carry the treasures she was collecting. Before she had even finished the sentence, she could feel his eyes roaming the sand. He found one within minutes and smashed it against a...

It’s All About Perspective

I have been looking for my old Recorder Ap for over a year. It seemed to have disappeared last time I got a new phone. I looked for it again this morning when I wanted to sing and send ‘It Is Well’ to someone I love. Total disclosure, that would be my husband, and my...

Oh To Be Useful

He led me into water that was ankle deep. I was of little use scrambling around trying to show Him of what use I was. So He led me into water that was knee deep. My pace slowed but I used all the power of my strong legs. Pressing my feet against the water’s floor, I...

Sanctuary

I am getting married but I don’t know to whom. There is no groom. Family members who have passed away are near, and former colleagues I worked with at the NC Botanical Garden. We are inside of the community room at the Totten Center but we are also outside—it was...

Back and Forth

The chair I sit in this morning is facing the Pacific. It’s the same shape as the chairs on the deck at the cabin where I sat and watched the water. There’s a small table in front of me, as there had been there, a book of poetry and my feet are resting on top of it, a...

Do You Hear?

“Did you hear?” Todd asked. "The birds are back." We were having coffee in the space that has now become our home office. The lines between the two—work and home—have blurred beyond belief and I’m not experienced at this. Two days of working from home, I have...

A View from Above

My writing teacher says she likes to know where she is when she reads my words. ‘Where has the writer placed me?’ I think about this before setting my pencil to paper. She is teaching me great things. I am learning. I am eye to eye with the clouds. The wings are...

Seeing Between the Lines

I used to draw and paint. I used to sing, I used to play…the piano. Now I work and rest, I worship. I write and when I leave this life I wonder if I will leave everything unfinished. When we are given a certain ability and it is not used, is it removed like the...

Attune Your Imagination

Tender His thoughts by hearing His voice, He might speak through another to you. It may enter in waves, rushing tides of truth, or in whispers, morning dew's holy kiss. Broken limbs, these arms carry sorrow yet reach skyward towards Eternity. Listen with your eyes,...

“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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