by Deb Farris | May 19, 2016 | Family, Musings
It’s Saturday morning and the phone rings as I’m making coffee. “Debbie, I can’t find the mattress protector.” Dad bought a new bed this week. “Didn’t you buy one?” “I thought so.” “I’m pretty sure John (my brother) said you did.” “Louis (his friend) put the...
by Deb Farris | Apr 17, 2016 | Family, Musings
Is it just me or is there something about the way some people say your name that makes your heart hum? “Debbie,” he said. I looked up from my meatloaf and mashed potatoes to meet his eyes and smiled. I love hearing Dad say my name. “I lay on my back...
by Deb Farris | Mar 12, 2016 | Family, Musings
This past weekend, Dad and I commented on how grateful we were that we made it through the winter without either of us getting sick. We’re both vulnerable to catching pneumonia, him more than me. This past Thursday, the nonprofit that I work at was holding...
by Deb Farris | Feb 27, 2016 | Family, Musings
Every Friday at 5:15, I call to order Dad’s favorite fish fry. All I need to tell the hostess is my name and she knows: 1 fried cod, extra tarter, extra slaw to go. When I take it to Dad’s, I pour him an O’doul’s and we sit and talk and catch...
by Deb Farris | Oct 31, 2015 | Family, Musings
Tomorrow morning I’ll sit in the chair looking out over the trees on the street below my bedroom window and think how I used to balance my books on its arms as I read and wrote because our cat would lay in my lap—stretched out, paws crossed, eyes closed and purring to...
by Deb Farris | Apr 7, 2015 | Family, Uncategorized
The inner stirrings of new life and pain woke me in the night and in a fog, I thought I was pregnant. I remembered the feeling, clearly, from all those years ago as I made my way to the bathroom. I knew it was Eastertide—a time of wonder and hope—but even in my...
