Author - Andrea Kidd

MISTER MORRIS Jane opened the squeaky screen door and called, “Here! Missy, Missy, Missy! Come to Mummy!” She set a saucer of milk on the backdoor step. A...

ASK, SEEK, KNOCK The coffee in Kim’s mug jiggled. Her trembling hands produced more ripples that threatened to splash over the rim. She brought it to her lips...

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I sit up straight, large brown eyes wide open. My seat is ‘ttached to a little low table called a ‘desk’. My ‘desk’ is one, two, three from...

Love Others1 as Yourself2 “Hey! Let’s get the bus downtown this afternoon!” suggested Julia. I had nothing better to do so I agreed. We brushed our teeth in...

BREAKING THE JOURNEY My toes stretch and wiggle in anticipation! We are going to stay the night at one of the cabins at Barefoot Villas tonight. It’s clean and...

MEANDERINGS AND MUSINGS IN MAIDSTONE, KENT, ENGLAND I slide onto a plain wooden chair at a sturdy table by the window, take out my pen and notebook and write:...

SOMETHING NEW I love my coffee percolator. Part of my joy is how I came to buy it. We were fixing up a rented house in a small Alberta town and my husband said...

IN THE GARDEN Mary and the other women step into Joseph’s garden, straining to see through the darkness of early morning. Mary stumbles; Joanna grabs her elbow...

PANCAKE DAY It’s time for pancakes again! Pancake Day or Shrove Tuesday is on March 4, 2025. Light and airy, sweet and savoury, raising funds for a worthy...

“MY” ROCKING CHAIR I call it “my” rocking chair, but where did it come from? Twenty five years ago, Zak yanked the steering wheel of his truck and pulled off...