by Deb Farris | Dec 19, 2025 | Faith and Creativity, Family, Musings, Travels
Day One in Winchester Fannie likes the window down when we travel—wind, rain, snow or sleet. It doesn’t seem to faze her. She’s furry. It was raining for most of the trip down. We drove straight through, or Todd did, I should say. Thirteen and a half hours. Somehow...
by Deb Farris | Apr 12, 2025 | Musings, Writing
Just as I’m shuffling through pages of writing and discovering I like the original versions better than the revisions because I have shortened sentences, added periods, divided paragraphs up like a pan of brownies, changed POV, added commas, Todd says, “What should we...
by Deb Farris | Jan 18, 2025 | Musings, Writing
My home feels like I’m in a poem. “It’s going to be cold at the lake today if we go,” the tall red-headed man says as the heavy oak door opens and closes, bringing in a current of chill air. I jump up from struggling with a sentence to feed the big red-haired dog...
by Deb Farris | Jul 27, 2024 | Musings
“Honey is it okay if I humiliate you in my post…?” I said as we were driving home from the fairgrounds. ……… He laughed so I figured that was a yes. Todd and I like a band called Rebel Grace. We have often gone to hear them at the Wisconsin State Fair and once at Brady...
by Deb Farris | Jul 24, 2024 | Blogging, Musings, Writing
The Sharks, West Side Story, 1976, J. Pellman Theatre “Are you going to do a post?” Todd asks after I show him a picture I came across this morning. “Look at that. Could I have been more depressed?” “But you kept going.” “Maybe I could post it and say I’m writing a...
