It is such a small sacrifice, to fill our feeder with seed. The benefit and the blessing far outweighs any…
Katy SundararajanNovember 26, 2022
From a distance I noticed the perky, orange jeep parked at the far end of a long line of minivans…
Katy SundararajanOctober 8, 2022
Stand steady. Let the sun of our creative, good God burn across the field’s obscure cover. Watch the Spirit’s breath…
Katy SundararajanSeptember 10, 2022
I don’t remember the list very well, but I remember that I thought it would be a good idea to…
Katy SundararajanAugust 13, 2022
No one can whisk away the monster. No one can reassemble the broken pieces exactly how they were before the…
Katy SundararajanJuly 16, 2022
Our feet and our bodies carry a story as much as our mouths do. We draw people in, we push…
Katy SundararajanJune 21, 2022
We tend to be people who long for that which will come next. This is our nature after all, isn’t…
Katy SundararajanMay 21, 2022
I’ve grown up in an era in which camouflage was more or less another type of fabric design.
Katy SundararajanMarch 26, 2022
Old, spotty, brown bananas are peeled and mashed, folded into flour, eggs, and butter. I chop walnuts and add them…
Katy SundararajanFebruary 12, 2022
