by Deb Farris | Sep 16, 2014 | Memoir, Musings
My son, Charlie, is married, and in his thirties now. But I still feel the same about him as I did the day I first held him in my arms. He looked up at me and winked. Little did I know it was a foretelling that he would always be a couple steps ahead of me. He weighed...
by Deb Farris | Aug 26, 2014 | Musings, Uncategorized
I crawl into this new morning from my bed to my chair, fresh from sleep, craving the first sip of the caramel colored coffee my husband sets on my table. I smelled it dripping into the cup—more than the sunrise, it’s the sign of a new day. In my chair, I find my...
by Deb Farris | Aug 11, 2014 | Musings, Uncategorized
The plan had been to leave on Monday and return on the following Monday but when Monday arrived, he had a fever. Not a high fever but even by one degree it puts a strain on my dad’s slight frame. “I didn’t sleep well and that always...
by Deb Farris | Jun 21, 2014 | Musings, Uncategorized
My husband looks at birthdays differently than I. He always moves me forward a year. I completely missed 57 because he told me I was in my 58th year. When I turned 58 I thought I was 59. I guess you could say I’m more than prepared to turn fifty-nine on June 22...
by Deb Farris | Mar 8, 2014 | Family, Uncategorized
Some people wait for years to replace a beloved pet. Not us. When we had to put down Pisgah—my fifteen year old Cocker Spaniel—I couldn’t go back home without her there to greet us. She had been through my first marriage with me. After my divorce, she was with...
