Sarah Kay Ndjerareou is the author of Pieces of Glass. The child of missionary parents, writing became a natural way to process my adventures through Siberia, Ukraine, Kenya, Monaco, Swaziland, Thailand and beyond. Ndjerareou means ‘he who builds the road’ in Ngambai, my husband’s Reounodji Nathanael (Nate’s) tribal language spoken in Chad, Africa. Our favorite travel companions are our daughter, Sophia, and son Isaac. Today our home is in Texas.
Exotic Flavors

Plum & Cider Preserves

Robert Farrar Campon, Episcopal priest, host, writer and food theologian, believed hospitality began with thoughtful, generosity. “If you can possibly do so, contrive to make even a part of anything come to the table twice.” He draws our attention to ...
Cross Cultural Family

Tabling Together

“The secret to a wonderful dinner is comfortable seating” -Sarah J. Herman Bold advice coming from an executive chef. Sarah’s Sunday dinners, her families consistent collaboration and care for their guests shaped my understanding of hospitality. The best hosts understand ...
Global Lit

God’s Very Good Idea by Trillia Newbell

“God’s idea was to make PEOPLE. . . lots of people. . . lots of different people. . . who would all enjoy loving him and all enjoy loving each other. They would all be made in his image. They ...
Collaborations

The Noonday Demon

 A Writer’s Perspective on Acedia and the Spiritual Gift of Solitude. Originally published in Fathom Magazine Acedia: “A state of restlessness and inability either to work or to pray” I have a love hate relationship with writing. It’s a creative passion ...
Cross Cultural Family

A Refugee Poem & World Relief Petition

A Refugee Poem World Relief Petition
The Gracious Garbage Man and the Golden Door You patrol my neighborhood like the carved figurehead of old. Balanced in reverse on your viridescent vessel. Breaking your pose only long enough to gather the yesterdays refuse and rubbish. Clothed in ...
Soulful Sojourning

Keeping My Promise

My heart’s been poured into a lime green composition book this year. On the page my morning laments morph into simple requests giving them life with pen and ink. Their stark presence on the page invite Christ in, begs for ...