by Deb Farris | Nov 28, 2016 | Memoir, Musings
Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In...
by Deb Farris | Nov 21, 2016 | Musings
Sunday night, a good mystery, a fire in the fireplace…I stare at the flames and think of cooking–both need the right balance of timing, heat and attention. I hadn’t planned a dinner party in a while. Making plans is not my preferred way of doing...
by Deb Farris | Sep 16, 2014 | Memoir, Musings
My son, Charlie, is married, and in his thirties now. But I still feel the same about him as I did the day I first held him in my arms. He looked up at me and winked. Little did I know it was a foretelling that he would always be a couple steps ahead of me. He weighed...
by Deb Farris | Aug 27, 2013 | Family, Uncategorized
Like dance, to really enjoy writing, I need time and space. I’ve learned to fit it in around my work, my life, and not to think I need a different one in order to make it happen. In fact, the sense of urgency to get through something is probably exactly what I...
