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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 You Hear Silence

There is this something within me that wants to separate itself from good and evil. It cries out not to be judged as one or the other, but to just be this human being woman—heart, body, soul. There is this unsettled something within me, that accepts, the longer I live...

Stirred by a Noble Theme

  My heart is stirred by a noble theme. It is not the first time. But I will not let it go this time. He comes to me in the early morning hours. I wait, listening for the wind but hear none. It’s too early for the birds so I lie in silence. Only the sounds from within...

A Day of Dance in the City

I haven't had the head space to write this past week (though I tried to gather some thoughts on the Old Testament Book of Judges...phew, that's a tough one! Maybe good to take a break. To be continued.) Anyway, I'm not sure this video I made from my event at work...

Do You Ever Wonder Where Wonder Went…?

From where I sit staring out the window, the sun is backlighting the tree, camouflaging any sign of green on the branches. A tiny red capped bird comes and sits. She’s a lovely little creature. I love red. She turns, stares at me head on and neither of us moves. It’s...

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...

“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.

Purchase your copy today.

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