Author - Andrea Kidd

Leaving On a Jet Plane “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go… ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane…”John Denver Two weeks ago my tickets and...

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE I boarded the bus in Longview with my friends and settled into my comfy seat, anticipating a fun day out at the Telus Spark Centre in...

Three Times I love going down to my son’s place on the prairies. We live in the foothills and see the mountains every day, but he lives where it is flat...

A Prosy Ode to an Onion Photo by Summer Day The first papery layer crackles as I crinkle the dry brown skin and it falls away from the moist, white bulb...

Holes There are holes in the sky Where the rain gets in But they’re ever so small That’s why rain is thin. By Spike Milligan I breathe in the earthiness of...

Thomas “What was that?” whispered James. Everyone froze. Thomas slid the bolt quietly, opened the door just a crack, and peeped out into the street. “It’s all...

MARY AND MARTHA “How many are coming?” asked Martha. “Simeon didn’t say,” replied Mary. “He wasn’t sure. He said seventy two were going ahead of Jesus as they...

NASTY LANDINGS One day, in the 1990s, I joined a group of people gathered around staff members at Science North in Sudbury, Ontario. The workers, clad in royal...

PARADOX Art galleries are full of interesting ideas, but how many ideas can a person handle in an hour or two? Art galleries are not places to breeze through...

PEACE I cut the tape on the cardboard box and open the lid. Memories of a trip to Israel come to mind. The Nativity Scene was made by Palestinian olive-wood...