Kathy A. BradleyMar 31, 2019Falling in Love with the WorldThe air is chilly. Again. The birds I heard yesterday morning, at least four different kinds, have retreated to their nests to avoid...
Kathy A. BradleyMar 17, 2019If A Tree Falls In The WoodsBefore me lies a fallen tree. Broken branches mimicking compound fractures. Pieces of bark scattered in a distinct spray pattern like...
Kathy A. BradleyMar 3, 2019Study War No MoreAt the end of a long drive bound by neatly manicured grounds, behind a trim brick building, lie the remains of the stockade that was Camp...