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 | Jun 7, 2018 | Musings, Poetry
I don’t think I am old yet. Maybe that’s because I don’t want to stop growing. I no longer hunger busyness. I have a taste for a quiet place, around me and in me. I thirst a quenchable thirst. I’m satisfied by soft unspoken Word that plays no tricks on my mind....
