by Deb Farris | Jun 23, 2018 | Memoir, Musings, Poetry
I place my notebook down on the table, then pick it up again to lay it back down. I walk away and walk back, passing it by only to return. The words inside are scrambled, my mind spins a yolk–an embryo of thoughts all stuck together. Then it finally occurs to me...
by Deb Farris | May 28, 2018 | Greater Good, Musings
“And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier’s tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.” – Joseph Drake This story was originally posted on my blog Sunday’s with Dad for Memorial Day, 2015 Just past Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin...
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...
by Deb Farris | Feb 9, 2017 | Family, Uncategorized
Dear Dad, We had a great time celebrating your 87th, didn’t we? I have to confess that we have converted the fireplace to gas since then. We missed having you around to make a fire and, well, ours just weren’t quite the same… I promise I’ll...
by Deb Farris | Aug 6, 2016 | Family, Uncategorized
A lot of miles were put on Volkswagons in our family—from Bugs to Carmen Ghias to Westfalia Vans—Dad loved them. My parents made many trips to Tucson in their white Westfalila to visit my sister and her family. Dad, the Eagle Scout, liked to camp, Mom liked hotels....
