by Deb Farris | Aug 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
He read to his daughter, the story of Joseph and his brothers, from the black winged arm-chair in the living room of the farm-house. He wore his thick black rimmed glasses. She sat on one of the chair’s extended arms and listened. He was teaching her the importance of...
by Deb Farris | Jul 29, 2017 | Uncategorized
I sat down at my desk to write this morning and noticed an old birthday card sitting in the middle of my pencil box with this quote on the front: “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you into something else is the greatest accomplishment.”...
by Deb Farris | Jul 25, 2017 | Musings
Todd and I were having dinner outside at the Knick. We had picked up Dad after work for a Friday fish fry. (I had salmon.) It was a beautiful summer evening in Milwaukee. The waiter had poured some wine into our glasses and Dad had poured his O’Doul’s. A political...
by Deb Farris | Jul 23, 2017 | Musings
I heard the song of the cicadas outside my window and remembered the day we left Paradou. Jean Pierre held one between his fingers and told us how they live underground for seven years before emerging to life in that area of France. That’s how long it took me...
by Deb Farris | Jul 21, 2017 | Musings, Travels
La lune filled our hotel room with light in the night–it was the perfect ending to our visit to the city of lights where the sun doesn’t set until 10:00 pm. I woke up craving the apricot tart I had seen in Avignon on Sunday. (If anyone knows a good recipe,...
