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deborah wenzler farris





grace flows in

to flow out

writing from personal experiences

to encourage hope in the hard places

What We Will or Will Not Be

We will not be content existing like the groundhog, burrowing beneath the beauty, hibernating throughout the winters. But like the golden eagle, we will mount up and nest on the cliffs above waterfalls and grasslands, harbingers of the heights, traveling through the...

Through the Tall Wooden Door

Through the tall wooden door she leaves one realm and enters another, turning the nob, stepping into dawn’s light, streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers. The sun hovers above horizon, a mirage, holy light, appears with early morning dog walkers. Icicles break free...

The Hawk in Silence

The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowman slumps near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s slick ice apologizes its long departure but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the sky works to bring this morning’s marvel...

On Becoming the Caregiver

What I wouldn’t give to flip on the switch of fluorescent light and breathe in the scent of clean clothes from that little laundry room, just one more time. What I wouldn’t give to see the surprise on Dad’s face as I call his name from the door of the condo and find...

On Returning to the Place I Call Home

When we first started living in this old house in 1969, I never gave a thought to how many times I would leave and return to its backdoor. It was the family home. When you’re fifteen, you don’t think about these things. At that point, I only knew I planned to leave. I...

Stuck In Denver & An Angel At The Airport

I probably should have stopped to take a breath when I couldn’t find my credit card as I was trying to book a room for the night in Denver because I missed my connection. I probably should not have had the glass of wine on the flight into Denver. My first flight had...

On Beating the Odds and Being a Woman of Strength

The wind is blowing hard, it’s snowing across the country. We’re in the depths of winter but it’s the first day of Lent and Spring is coming! I am writing this to you this morning because my heart feels a little like that. It’s overflowing and I must. I think my...

On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published

When we bought our house from my parents a couple decades ago, my father was excited to show me a large fossil rock in the backyard. It looked like it could have been the vertebrae of an ancient critter, maybe that of a huge hawk. A hawk at our bird feeder last...

Always Two Glasses

I wake to the sound of you sweepingup dust from the week and my dreams left from sleep. Through restless nights, we stirred between walls because one of us could not sleep. We wrestled with thoughts, then passed in the hall, eyes meeting, our lips turned to curls. You...

On Saving Stories

This is the last birthday we all had with Pops. His own pops made it to 62, and his mother and brother to 80. He was sure he wouldn’t make it past the mark of his 8th decade, but he kept going and going seven more years. It was a miracle. I do believe all our days...
“This is what I call a Master piece in every sense. Beautifully thought and beautifully written. I am always glad for my visits here.” –Sarah
Deborah Wenzler Farris

Deborah Wenzler Farris


Deb Farris is a writer from Wisconsin. She is a former equity actor and singer who served on the adjunct faculties of Tulane University, the University of North Carolina—Chapel Hill, and the University of Wisconsin—Milwaukee. She was Executive Director of the nonprofit arts organization Danceworks MKE for 18 years and is the author of Conversations with Dad. She recently completed a new biography about Missionaries Marc and Nan Erickson, Just Along for the Ride, and is currently working on her debut novel. Deb holds an MFA from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee in dance and writes weekly on her blog to encourage hope in the hard places. 


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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