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grace flows in

to flow out

writing from personal experiences

to encourage hope in the hard places

Writing My Father’s Stories ~a Reflection

Fannie and I had a big outing to the Post Office this week. I thought ahead, and stocked up on Christmas stamps while I was there. Last year, I sent out all the cards from the boxes that had collected in the attic over the years, so I still need cards. My parents were...

Who Are We? ~Contemplating Timelessness

No, no Advent Calendar this year. But I am writing during this beautiful time of preparation. Total disclosure, I am still battling the cold I caught two weeks ago. I missed the first Sunday of Advent Service. I watched on-line but it's not the same as sitting beside...

Lost and Found Treasures: Advent Reflections

Many years ago, when we exchanged names at work, Susie picked mine and I received one of the most precious gifts ever. Beautifully hand sketched and scripted inside each letter of Merry Christmas was the story of the Annunciation. Every year I would hang it across our...

It’s “Thanksliving” Time

It’s not mine. I didn’t coin the phrase. A daughter of a friend of mine did. I’m adapting it. It’s Thanksliving time! My heart is full as Buffalo, New York gets hit with 3 feet of snow. I love snow. I live nowhere near Buffalo. But that’s going on as I write. We only...

the warm and cold days of november

it’s mid november when everthing is painted in muted tones with textures still defined before the snow falls—a good time to hike! we drove to kettle moraine this past week, when it hit the 70s! todd took the day off. we stopped at fiddleheads in cedarburg first for...

I’m Here Sis

I heard a child This morning Ask her mother, “Why do leaves Have to die?” as she Crunched through a pile of brown crumbles On the sidewalk. “The colors were So pretty!” she said. “Where Did they go?” I didn’t hear The mother’s Response. Maybe I would have said, “We...

When Death Becomes Light

It was a silky, milky Scene this past Sunday Beyond the lake bluff. The horizon had been erased, Reminding me of the day That had reminded me of The first of the last seven days of my mother's life. There had been no divide Between water and Sky, heaven and Earth, the...

On Being Safe and Receiving Grace

Some trees grow straight and Some trees grow curved, but they all Grow in the same woods. My heart is breaking for those who have walked away from their churches and faith because of people’s opinions, or lack of opinion. My heart is breaking over any time I didn’t...

Concrete and Light for Dark Days

Sometimes I have to be reminded there is no place too hard for grace. Sometimes I have to be reminded how loved we are. Sometimes that’s hard. With all the contrary words and messages, I have to remember to look in before I look out. Looking in is a form of prayer,...

Where We Walk

Carousel music Sails across the sky to me. Just the thought of you Makes things whimsical. So does walking beside you, It is magical. Inside a bookstore Window, we see a book called “Life Is Hard.” It is. I am happiest Walking outside in the sun. The light lifts my...
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Deborah Wenzler Farris

Deborah Wenzler Farris


Deborah Farris is a writer born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She is a former equity actor and singer who performed extensively in New York City and throughout the United States. She has served on the adjunct faculties of Tulane University, the University of North Carolina—Chapel Hill, and the University of Wisconsin—Milwaukee.

After a career spanning twenty years, she returned home to Milwaukee after marrying her brother’s best friend from high school. Beginning in 2002, Farris served as Executive Director of the nonprofit arts organization Danceworks Inc., providing dance and other arts to central city children and people of all ages and backgrounds. She received the Woman of Influence Award for Nonprofit Leadership from the Milwaukee Business Journal. In 2020, she stepped down as CEO to step out and into new endeavors.

Farris is the author of the nonfiction book, Conversations with Dad, and recently completed her debut novel, Not According to Plan. She holds an MFA from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, and writes weekly on her blog to encourage hope in the hard places. She has one very tall son and two step daughters, lives in the house she grew up in with her very tall, red-haired husband, a very large red-haired dog, and a sassy feral, all of which she loves like crazy.

Conversations With Dad – The Book

Told with tenderness and humor, this is a love story—the love of a man for his wife and family, his love for his work and church, and the love of a daughter for her parents. It is rich with memories of her father’s life adventures and career as a noted architect. Layered with the author’s personal account of her walk with her parents as they aged, their health declined, and the eventual loss, Conversations with Dad grew out of time spent together—father and daughter—sharing the stories of those who paved the way for her.

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