by Deb Farris | Jan 26, 2018 | Musings
Old white van parked on the roadside, mud speckled in snow. Marble streaks and tire tracks from window frame could be a photograph. Consider miles traveled through rain and ice, her engine puttering sparks of life as shiny sedans and semi road hogs blast their horns....
by Deb Farris | Oct 15, 2017 | Memoir, Musings
With the birth of Charlie IV, I thought back to the birth of my Charlie III, Here’s the story I wrote for his 35th birthday. As I think of you turning 35 today, I remember how my mom would always call me on my birthday and tell me my birth story. I’ve forgotten...
by Deb Farris | Aug 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
He read to his daughter, the story of Joseph and his brothers, from the black winged arm-chair in the living room of the farm-house. He wore his thick black rimmed glasses. She sat on one of the chair’s extended arms and listened. He was teaching her the importance of...
