Yesterday. Yesterday, as my childhood hero Anne Shirley would say, was my proverbial Jonah Day. Yesterday, the sunshine made me feel empty. The clouds were moving past me. The moments were evading me. Yesterday my morning coffee tasted bitter. It didn’t matter that I was able to sleep in until the sunrise. It wasn’t satisfying. Yesterday I was disgusted with…
Lisa Kaastra
(LIFE BETWEEN THE PARENTHESES)