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deborah w farris

not according to plan

encouraging hope in the hard places

when things don’t go according to plan

there is a greater Plan and Purpose unfolding

On Becoming Real

it's misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes speckled...

Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...

Joy in the Fury

Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...

When Night Falls

When night falls and Darkness covers your hours, do not let your love grow cold. I understand, I struggle then, but when bitter the winds, rest then, rest. The Sun will return, solar luminosity, with Power to measure all the stars and galaxies in terms of each output,...

When I Watch the Snow Fall

The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowmen slump near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s hardened snow apologizes its prolonged departure, muddying our thoughts, but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the Sky...

Lake at Dawn

  Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You've given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard. Grant...

Don’t Be Discouraged

Sometimes when I wake I'm surprised to discover Something stuck in my head I worked hard to let go of Yet it’s from this place Where discouragement lingers from those we’ve allowed to discourage us that We can close the door Be reminded instead To encourage others who...

Surviving the Vicissitudes of Writing

“Todd,” I say after reading the comments from my writing mentor on my new manuscript. It seems the banter between two old(er) souls who have stuck together through the vicissitudes of life, with his guidance, what I have somehow captured and assembled, might work. It...

Outside Inside Healthy Happy New Year

I am standing at the stove eating blueberries from a bowl as I sauté onion and orange pepper for lentil soup because the big blueberry muffin Todd and I are sharing seems to be lacking. Blueberries. Everything else about it is great: a big crunchy cap with peel off...

On Cashews and Self Control

Cashews always remind me of the Holidays. Cashews remind me of my son who can eat a while can. Cashews remind me of my mom who loved them with caramels. When there are two-for-one cans at CVS I stock up. Actually, our current stash are the cans I bought to send to my...
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Deborah Wenzler Farris

Deborah Wenzler Farris

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Deb Farris is a writer/poet living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She served as CEO of Danceworks MKE for 18 years, providing dance to central city children and people of all ages and backgrounds. She and her husband, Todd, live in the house she grew up where they reside with their dog and cat, Fannie and Mary. She holds an MFA from UW-Milwaukee and writes weekly on her Blog, Not According to Plan, to encourage hope in the hard places.

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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