Kristin Berkey-Abbott

In some ways, life returns to normal today.  We are headed across the mountains soon, so I can preach and preside at Faith Lutheran's wo...

Here I sit, at the kitchen table of the big, ramshackle house at Lutheridge, the church camp where my family has always had our holiday fest...

Thanksgiving morning, in a house with no wi-fi, and a writer determined not to use her hot spot until the last possible minute because she, ...

This morning, I'm trying to remember to do my writing first before going to teaching duties.  Yesterday I did grading for my online clas...

On Friday afternoon, I noticed a stranger in the office suite.  No one seemed alarmed, so I thought maybe he was expected.  He wore slightly...

My writing time is about out--but happily, I've written a rough draft of Sunday's sermon.  And I didn't have a unified blog post...

I have spent some time this morning listening to Patricia Smith's acceptance speech for the National Book Award for poetry; another poet...