Author: Elda Hamaker

Wake up, it’s a beautiful moaning…

Behind the curtains of relationships big and small, the rumors are often true, but the embellishments and details are generally wrong.

And the stories do have origins, often close to home.

I’m walking down a narrow cobblestone street…

Church to my left, church to my right. My jacket’s pulled up tight against a cold breeze and my cap’s on backwards. I’m engulfed by a group of Serbians. Or Slovenians. Or Italians. Hard to tell the difference much anymore. Just that they’re not from here.