by Deb Farris | Nov 24, 2016 | Musings
One Thanksgiving years ago, my dad read a story about some kernels of corn in his Reader’s Digest. He pointed it out to me and shared the magazine but, taking little interest in the subject matter, I didn’t read it. I’m sure my thoughts were on more...
by Deb Farris | Aug 6, 2016 | Family, Uncategorized
A lot of miles were put on Volkswagons in our family—from Bugs to Carmen Ghias to Westfalia Vans—Dad loved them. My parents made many trips to Tucson in their white Westfalila to visit my sister and her family. Dad, the Eagle Scout, liked to camp, Mom liked hotels....
by Deb Farris | Jun 19, 2016 | Family, Musings
The storm passed through in the night and I didn’t even notice. I woke up this morning and the light in Dad’s room was on. He was sitting up reading his devotions as he used to do. He hasn’t been able to sit up on his own for a while....
by Deb Farris | May 19, 2016 | Family, Musings
It’s Saturday morning and the phone rings as I’m making coffee. “Debbie, I can’t find the mattress protector.” Dad bought a new bed this week. “Didn’t you buy one?” “I thought so.” “I’m pretty sure John (my brother) said you did.” “Louis (his friend) put the...
by Deb Farris | Apr 17, 2016 | Family, Musings
Is it just me or is there something about the way some people say your name that makes your heart hum? “Debbie,” he said. I looked up from my meatloaf and mashed potatoes to meet his eyes and smiled. I love hearing Dad say my name. “I lay on my back...
