by Deb Farris | Jun 22, 2016 | Aging Parents, Family, Grief, Poetry
leave the cocoon, a caterpillar flies sleep to bloom, a morning glory must shed its layers, a grain of wheat thrives yes, from death comes new Life it must!
by Deb Farris | Jul 5, 2013 | Musings
I’m back home in Milwaukee where my cat walks across the keyboard when I type and then settles into my lap so that I have to balance my iPad on one knee. Her name is Rose. She cries to go out one minute and cries to come in the next. She’s a talker and a...
