by Deb Farris | Feb 12, 2025 | Musings, Writing
We come here almost every day, to the steps leading up St. Mary’s Hill that’s a little like climbing the stairway to heaven, in my imagination. Especially in the snow. We don’t know where she lives, but she comes to shovel and salt the 87 or so steps, even when the...
by Deb Farris | Jan 27, 2025 | Musings
I noticed my good friend Vivienne had pulled out and stopped in the parking lot as I was leaving Bible study last Friday. Then I noticed she was trying to tell me something. Then I noticed that I was standing in front of my good friend Annie’s car and Annie was inside...
by Deb Farris | Jan 18, 2025 | Musings, Writing
My home feels like I’m in a poem. “It’s going to be cold at the lake today if we go,” the tall red-headed man says as the heavy oak door opens and closes, bringing in a current of chill air. I jump up from struggling with a sentence to feed the big red-haired dog...
by Deb Farris | Dec 1, 2024 | Books, Travels, Writing
Mailing the Agreement for Just Along for the Ride to my new publisher Sometimes I stand, hands in pockets (hopefully I have pockets) a little self-consciously, as people walk past me, mostly avoiding eye contact, because, you know, that’s what we do sometimes. And I...
by Deb Farris | Nov 20, 2024 | Musings, Nature, Not According to Plan
It was such an unexpectedly cold day yesterday. And windy. We thought it was going to be in the 60s but you know what they always say here, “Cooler near the lake…” The sand was blowing like gusts of fog so I walked with my head down. Todd tied his hood tight and...
