Lasterday
At 3 years old, my first grand daughter was sophisticated, affable, and
articulate or so she thought. Her vocabulary included words like Lasterday,
Nexterday, and Inaminnit to communicate her concepts of time. Granted, these
concepts were born, in part, from her perceptions of her fathers procrastinations.
Lasterday is a work of love-a playful, heartfelt attempt to share with my grandchildren
the freedom, joy, and wonder of a cherished past. Like the cold, clear mountain streams
of my youth, those moments have flowed beyond my reach, living now only in memory.