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...
by Deb Farris | Nov 13, 2023 | Musings
The sweatshirt he wore yesterday was the color of the leaves. He stopped. I kept going, but Turned back when I noticed he Wasn’t beside me. My hands were cupped to Keep the wind out of my ears. “Wear your hat,” he’d said When we left the house. He handed it to me, the...
by Deb Farris | Jul 21, 2023 | Musings
He’s a projecting, guitar playing, good housekeeping kind of guy. I wouldn’t call myself a slob, there’s just always something better to do other than clean. I’m a good paper towel cleaner upper. I can wipe up the kitchen floor with a single section. He’s also my...
by Deb Farris | Jun 17, 2023 | Musings
My parents would have been married 73 years today. I can’t help but think about those 61 years of their lives together, raising children, building lives on a strong Foundation known as the Rock. What would Mom say about it all? “Not Perfect,” which I always found...
by Deb Farris | Jun 14, 2023 | Musings
As I walked out the front door this morning, I could hardly believe the air. I turned to take a whiff of a peony as Fannie yanked my arm forward, but I caught the scent. “I love it,” my neighbor said from the other side of the street as we descended our front steps....