by Deb Farris | Jun 3, 2023 | Travels
Day 2 Road Trip “Where did you put that muffin?” Todd asks. We just had breakfast. Omelets and waffles. “What’s the beeping?” Todd also asks. We’re back on the road, books and computer organized, heading up a hill through lush pastures of green, mountains surround us...
by Deb Farris | Jun 2, 2023 | Travels
“Arby’s or Taco Bell?” Todd asks. “You can’t lose with Mexican.” Neither, I think. “We just passed a MacDonald’s,” I say thinking I can get a salad. “I don’t want roast beef.” “Arby’s has more than roast beef. Don’t you remember? We stopped after looking at a car for...
by Deb Farris | Feb 23, 2023 | Travels, Writing
I probably should have stopped to take a breath when I couldn’t find my credit card as I was trying to book a room for the night in Denver because I missed my connection. I probably should not have had the glass of wine on the flight into Denver. My first flight had...
by Deb Farris | Aug 11, 2022 | Travels
Whenever we prepared to get on an airplane, my mom used to pray, “May God send His angels concerning you and protect you in all your ways.” Now my sister says the prayer. Little did I know, though, all the ways that prayer could be answered. I was flying to Tucson to...
by Deb Farris | May 1, 2022 | Travels
1 Once she starts Haiku She cannot stop counting words It’s meditative Their beach house is glass Flattery is not allowed Untruth is revealed Social platitudes At the sea are washed away Shards of glass rubbed smooth 2 His foot prints in sand She bends to pick up sea...
by Deb Farris | Feb 24, 2022 | Musings, Travels
We were winsome, a little different than the others, often off on our own, always looking in. I admired her, her poetic way of seeing the world, and her beige suede boots. She was smart, made pen drawings, played classical guitar, wrote poetry. She gave me the boots....