by Deb Farris | Jun 7, 2018 | Musings, Poetry
I don’t think I am old yet. Maybe that’s because I don’t want to stop growing. I no longer hunger busyness. I have a taste for a quiet place, around me and in me. I thirst a quenchable thirst. I’m satisfied by soft unspoken Word that plays no tricks on my mind....
by Deb Farris | Sep 17, 2017 | Musings, Uncategorized
At times in our lives, my sister and I both realized we were a little off course. Our choices didn’t always align with our parents, but we were given a lot of freedom to make our own decisions. On this particular day though, we had chosen our parents’ preferred route...
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 | Feb 11, 2017 | Musings
My father’s hands wore away the front and back covers of his Bible. The binding is cracked and if he were still around, I know that he’d eventually have it rebound. He took good care of his books. But I like it the way it is. If I’m not careful, the leather...
