by Deb Farris | Dec 17, 2022 | Advent, Musings
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
by Deb Farris | Dec 15, 2022 | Faith, Haiku, Musings
I turn the handle On the faucet, icy cold Water pours into The sink, and then I Notice the ladybug. In Seconds it’s pummeled, Wings spread wide as it Tries to fly. Imagine that Tiny bug staying Afloat. It circles One way and then the other Almost losing the Battle....
by Deb Farris | Dec 13, 2022 | Family, Musings, Writing
A letter I have been waiting for came in the mail today. I waited to open it ‘til Todd got home, a sort of celebratory thing, you know? He looked through the mail when he walked in and said, “Library of Congress.” I said, “Yeah, kind of feels like I’m a real writer,”...
by Deb Farris | Dec 10, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry
Fanny sleeps, Mary Watches as Todd fixes the Window that blew off The house. I breath in The scent of pine and coffee And wonder if there Was a send-off. I Look at the lights on our tree And wonder if Christ Met with Moses or Walked with the Father beside Glistening...
by Deb Farris | Nov 27, 2022 | Faith, Musings, Writing
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...
by Deb Farris | Nov 18, 2022 | Musings, Writing
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...
by Deb Farris | Nov 13, 2022 | Musings, Nature, Poetry
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...
by Deb Farris | Nov 8, 2022 | Devotions, Family, Nature
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...
by Deb Farris | Nov 1, 2022 | Devotions, Nature, Poetry
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...
by Deb Farris | Oct 26, 2022 | Faith, Musings, Writing
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...
