by Deb Farris | Apr 12, 2025 | Musings, Writing
Just as I’m shuffling through pages of writing and discovering I like the original versions better than the revisions because I have shortened sentences, added periods, divided paragraphs up like a pan of brownies, changed POV, added commas, Todd says, “What should we...
by Deb Farris | Jan 18, 2025 | Musings, Writing
My home feels like I’m in a poem. “It’s going to be cold at the lake today if we go,” the tall red-headed man says as the heavy oak door opens and closes, bringing in a current of chill air. I jump up from struggling with a sentence to feed the big red-haired dog...
by Deb Farris | Jul 27, 2024 | Musings
“Honey is it okay if I humiliate you in my post…?” I said as we were driving home from the fairgrounds. ……… He laughed so I figured that was a yes. Todd and I like a band called Rebel Grace. We have often gone to hear them at the Wisconsin State Fair and once at Brady...
by Deb Farris | Jul 24, 2024 | Blogging, Musings, Writing
The Sharks, West Side Story, 1976, J. Pellman Theatre “Are you going to do a post?” Todd asks after I show him a picture I came across this morning. “Look at that. Could I have been more depressed?” “But you kept going.” “Maybe I could post it and say I’m writing a...
by Deb Farris | Nov 13, 2023 | Musings
The sweatshirt he wore yesterday was the color of the leaves. He stopped. I kept going, but Turned back when I noticed he Wasn’t beside me. My hands were cupped to Keep the wind out of my ears. “Wear your hat,” he’d said When we left the house. He handed it to me, the...
