by Deb Farris | Mar 13, 2017 | Travels
I would rather pick out my own food at the grocery store than have someone shop for me. So when Todd asked if I’d like to have our groceries stocked at our rental before we arrived for the week, I said, No, let’s go to that grocery store we found in Zihuatanejo last...
by Deb Farris | Mar 10, 2017 | Travels
Day 1 I slept, at most, one hour. I repacked my suitcase three times, doing my best to be a hip minimalist. I was so pleased with myself when I unrolled five dresses and hung them back up in my closet, leaving me with one black maxi that converts into a skirt. We were...
by Deb Farris | Mar 30, 2016 | Uncategorized
Refreshed from sleep eyes open wide in silence and light here I lie Holding fast to the beauty seen and now gone in stillness the picture’s within I long for the air the moisture and heat climbing rocks crave sand on my feet I long most of all for Your...
by Deb Farris | Mar 24, 2016 | Musings
It came up out of nowhere. The tall umbrellas, once far from the shoreline, were now nestled in water. The boat headed out had been beaten back, unable to mount it. Specks looking like ants were submerged then reappeared with screams and shouts of laughter. Eighty...
by Deb Farris | Mar 23, 2016 | Musings
I remember that his hand was still warm as I watched my father take it into his own, wrapping it—warmth against warmth. Sometimes that’s all we can do is hold on… And I remember now, the bird with the yellow crown—like the yellow cap my brother wore—which sat in the...
