Last week I shared with you that earlier this month I was traveling in Lebanon. I was also in Armenia. I am half-Armenian, and after the death of my father last summer, I felt an inexorable tug to stand on Armenian soil and gaze at (among other landmarks) Mount Ararat. Some of you have asked […]
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Last week, beside a fireplace in a living room at the Sugarbush Inn in Warren, Vermont, two teenage girls told me of their plans to raise awareness among young adults of the prevalence of violence against women. A few minutes later, along the couches near the inn’s main entrance, two teenage boys outlined for me […]
A photo. Two survivors of the 1915 Armenian Genocide and their son: My father. This photo was taken in 1932.
Recently when my wife, my daughter, and I were visiting my father in South Florida, we took him to an Armenian restaurant. For those of you who have wondered at the origins of my last name and presumed it was French, Lebanese, or Klingon, here is the truth: It is Armenian. My father is one […]
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