by Deb Farris | Jan 1, 2015 | Musings, Uncategorized
The day before Christmas, we talked about waves. My son’s call came in the early morning from a thousand miles away–I closed my eyes so he could sit beside me. It was an honest talk…..one where we let the truth rise and fall on each other. A mother...
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...
