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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.

Days of Small Moments

I love clothes. I do. If you know me you know that. And if you don’t, now you do. But these days I wear my favorite jeans, T-shirt or hoodie. So, for a change, I decided to wear a dress and a wide-brimmed hat on my walk. I'm trying to wake up the creative gene, spark...

Saturday Space

There is a group of people sitting on my rock by the water. It’s not really mine, I can’t claim it, I can’t ask them to move, so I move to what I can claim. Another Rock. A new spot A new space. And I need it because, well, I just do. I am reminded that I need to put...

Page by Page

June 26, 2013. I had started writing that spring, writing down Dad’s stories. I didn’t know then that they would one day become a book. I had no plan for that. I had no idea. It unfolded, one day at a time, page by page. Our time together at the cabin on Washington...

Morning Exchange

Early Morning. Silent streets. Sweet hush. New day. Whisper of gratitude, peace within, endless hope, why not?, eyes on the unseen. I fumble with the leash but it’s too late. Four feet expands into 12 and she’s over zealously greeting the Newspaper Man. “I’m so...

Second Chances

Rain. The heavens poured out on all living things, bringing buds and blooms, new growth. If you look carefully, there is a promise to be found in all this...all things made new. All things. Stubborn, broken hearts. All things. New. Things from the past that keep us...

Scattered Pieces of Faith

Shallow faith didn’t prompt the woman to walk headfirst into a crowd that had already rejected her. She believed. I believe the reputation of the good work being done in our communities will increase not decrease, but it’s another day of overwhelming. Overwhelming...

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...

Sweet Memory Sweet Harmony

She told me it sounded like sand pouring out. There was a crunching noise, a piercing pain, then the sound of sand. Pouring. Out. As if all that had been broken was spilling out. It happened on the first of my mother's last seven days on earth. And now I wonder, when...

Morning Offering

Morning's first song, evening's final call, winged creatures, colors painted into trees, starkly outlined or mere smudges, streaks of sapphire, orange bursts of breasts. Their songs, symphonic reeds, trills waking us at daybreak, our 5:00 a.m. alarm. Or sighs,...

Rainy Windy Day

I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...

“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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