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Katy Sundararajan

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Overlooking the Valley

Sometimes I have a hard time knowing how to attend to the largest crisis before me because of any number of tiny crises holding my hand, whispering in my ear, and pulling at my heart’s attention. When the world so…
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Like a Dog on a Leash

When the early days of May arrive all bright and tulip-y, or drizzling on the bloom laden trees, or wind swept, or coronavirus-clad, I can’t help but recognize the bold and majestic strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” as my background…
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Our Places

Almost a month ago my family flew out to visit my sister and her family in Seattle, Washington. It was a short trip of just four nights and three days, but it was well worth the late nights and early…
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In the Bleak Mid-Winter

January has trudged slowly onward, and now we tip toward the bleak mid-winter. Go ahead. Let yourself groan about it if you must. Very few people seem to adore February. Though it is our shortest month, it tends to sit…
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January 1

January 1 arrives like a gift. It is no ordinary day, as January 1 beckons forth a whole year’s worth of new days. January 1 holds in its palm a full measure of eager possibility, tinted with the promising hues…
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With My Whole Heart

I do things with my whole heart, and I can’t even help it. It really doesn’t matter what I’m doing; I am most often fully engaged and all-in. If my sixth grader asks for help with her math homework I…
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A New Language

Once upon a time I lived in the country of Chile for six months. It was quite a long time ago, during my junior year of college. There was a short list of Spanish minor requirements that would be met…
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Planting Seeds

I’m planting seeds. I know it isn’t technically the right time of year for it, but I can’t help it. There is just something that comes over me in late August, something eternally excitable and optimistic about blooms and fruit…
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Away from Home

Today I will go pick up my daughter from her first-ever week at overnight summer camp. I feel eager and expectant. I can't wait to see her and hear all about her experiences. I am a true fan of summer…