Kristin Berkey-Abbott

Yesterday, we made a quick grocery store stop on our way back from Spartanburg.

I met the artist Jill Ross through an online journaling group offered by artist Vonda Drees.

Yesterday, we had worship in the picnic pavilion at Faith Lutheran in Bristol, Tennessee.

It has been a good week overall, yet I still arrive at this Saturday feeling a bit fragmented.

ELCA pastor Clint Schnekloth has been doing some interesting thinking and writing about housing and the Church's responsibility in this time of housing lack; this piece about the vacant (not abandoned so much as underused and underutilized) church space is

Yesterday was a lovely day to go to apple orchards and pumpkin patches.

Later today, I will stop by my favorite apple orchard on the way home.

I have spent the last 10 minutes reading a Wikipedia article about Hurricane Hugo.

It has been a week-end of restocking supply shelves and catching up on maintenance tasks.

Some of my more interesting teaching ideas come when I get towards the end of what I have planned, and there's still a lot of class time left.

I am tired this morning--it's a good tired because of a more intense week of good stuff, but a good tired is still tired.

In late 2022 and early 2023, I first heard about ChatGPT and the current incarnation(s?)

As a teacher, I have had students do peer editing a variety of ways: in pairs, in groups of 4-5, as a big group passing papers to the left every ___ minutes, online as a discussion thread, and so on.

Yesterday was a fairly good day.

Yesterday was an overscheduled Saturday, full of rewarding activities, but almost too full.

Even though my friends tease me for my apocalyptic mindset, my ability to see dystopia lurking around every development, I am not always quick to see immediate, personal danger in world developments.

It's been a good week, but I feel behind, in the way that I often do once the semester gets underway.

In later years, when I wonder why my blogging fell off a cliff in the past week, let me remember 2 factors.

It has been an intense few weeks, book-ended by Quilt Camp on one end and Crafts for Christmas on the other end.

Labor Day brings to mind many things for me.

Yesterday was a frustrating day.

We've had a major internet outage in my service area overnight, so let me make a quick blog post in case it flickers out again.

I was sad to hear of the death of Wendell Berry on Monday.

Here we are on the last day of August.

At one point yesterday evening, as I began to despair at ever getting my huge quilt done, I thought of my grandmother.

I've spent part of the summer finishing the process of putting together the quilt top for the quilt I hoped to be assembling during Summer 2026 Quilt Camp at Lutheridge.

And now, a day after Dolly Parton's death, comes news of the death of Tim Curry.

I'm as sad as everyone about the death of Dolly Parton.

Yesterday was one of those teaching days where I had plans going into the day, with back up plans because I wasn't sure the original plans would work, and then I went with the original.

Yesterday, I made this Facebook post which sums up my Sunday morning: "We had a great morning at Faith Evangelical Lutheran Church, where I preached on Matthew 16 and ended my sermon by asking us to think about how our lives themselves are gospels that te…

One of the beautiful things about social media is the inspirations that might come on any random day, and not even from people we know.

I've written before about using objects as writing prompts (see this blog post for explanation and pictures).

I thought about making a Facebook post that said "Endorsed!"

The past few days have been a good poetry days, in a more well-rounded sense--by which I mean, I've been doing more than just writing down a line or two.

I feel a bit frazzled today.

It's been a strange beginning to the work week.

It was a good week-end, full of bread baking and writing (sermon and a poem), a good Sunday at church, and some piece work (by which I mean sewing together small scraps).

I did not go back to the Asheville Quilt show yesterday, so I was so happy this morning that a quilting friend of mine made a Facebook post that included this picture of the quilt that captured my imagination, but I neglected to get a picture. photo by Th…

Yesterday I drove home from teaching, changed clothes, and went to the Asheville Quilt Show with one of my best retreat friends.

It's an interesting moment in time to be teaching first year students.