by Deb Farris | Mar 22, 2021 | Musings
Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
by Deb Farris | Mar 19, 2021 | Musings
Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
by Deb Farris | Jan 6, 2021 | Musings
Sometimes when I wake I’m surprised to discover Something stuck in my head I worked hard to let go of Yet it’s from this place Where discouragement lingers from those we’ve allowed to discourage us that We can close the door Be reminded instead To encourage...
by Deb Farris | Jan 2, 2021 | Musings
“Todd,” I say after reading the comments from my writing mentor on my new manuscript. It seems the banter between two old(er) souls who have stuck together through the vicissitudes of life, with his guidance, that I have somehow captured and assembled, might work. It...
by Deb Farris | Dec 31, 2020 | Musings
I am standing at the stove eating blueberries from a bowl as I sauté onion and orange pepper for lentil soup because the big blueberry muffin Todd and I are sharing seems to be lacking. Blueberries. Everything else about it is great: a big crunchy cap with peel off...
