Archive for Author: Elina

I miss my father. I miss the sound of his laughter threaded voice, his calm untroubled approach, his gift of serenity. I miss his happy eyes behind his glasses, his big walrus moustache, his small walrus moustache, his walking...

“The day i had my embolism attack I was climbing the stairs to my regular salon. Halfway up the second floor my heart felt like a freight train was hurtling through my chest trying to exit through my ears....