Kathy A. BradleyNov 30, 2023Maples in NovemberI stare through the plate glass window, my knees pumping up and down on the pedals of the stationary bike. The scene is gray and wet. ...
Kathy A. BradleyNov 16, 2023I Said What I SaidTo be clear, it’s not just the cold. Not just the way it makes my teeth chatter like a jig doll. Not just the way it leaves my cheeks...
Kathy A. BradleyNov 2, 2023A Butterfly By Any Other NameThere is a wistfulness to days like this one – late October days when the sun is bright and the breeze balmy, when a sweater is...