by Deb Farris | Sep 5, 2020 | Musings
A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
by Deb Farris | Oct 15, 2017 | Memoir, Musings
As I think of you turning 35 today, I remember how my mom would always call me on my birthday and tell me my birth story. I’ve forgotten bits and pieces of it now and wish she were still here to ask. Though I forget her words, I can still hear her voice, just as I can...
