Katie Andraski
Author, Blogger, Farmer, Teacher, Equestrian
Welcome to my website.
A little about me. I worked for several years as a publicist in Christian publishing where I convinced editors at Newsweek, The New York Times, Publishers Weekly, Moody, and Christianity Today to publicize my former company and authors. I have an MFA from the University of Arkansas. My collection of poetry, When the Plow Cuts, was published in 1988 by Thorntree Press. I currently teach composition at Northern Illinois University. I live on a farm with my husband Bruce, two dogs, two horses, a flock of chickens and one not so feral cat.
My novel – The River Caught Sunlight
Now available.
Sometimes a person has to leave home, even if that home is the most marvelous place she’s ever lived, even if her mother will be diagnosed with terminal cancer, and her beloved farmer, a man she’s loved for years asks her to marry him. Janice Westfahl feels called to publicize Godspeed Books, a small evangelical publisher outside Chicago, a good thousand miles away from upstate New York. The job fits her, a woman who loves God and books. But Janice finds herself working with Jeremiah Sackfield, a radical right-wing activist, who toys with revolution. Even though she is a brilliant publicist, Janice feels like she is betraying herself by promoting a cause she doesn’t believe in. Like the elder brother in the Prodigal Son story, her brother has stayed home, furious his sister has dodged the painful months of his mother’s dying, while earning their father’s favor. When her father dies, they must settle the estate with this jealousy flickering between them.
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Scrolling Past Medusa The Medusa’s hair writhes with snakes so ugly; one look and you turn to stone. The only way the hero can destroy her is not to look.…
Last week’s joy came through an abscess cut open and cleared. A relative posted a picture of my mother sitting on the couch the last Christmas she was alive. When…
Way off in the distance, over the farm on the corner, where the road turns toward the tracks, I saw a murmuration, birds rising and falling, swelling and drawing in…