Special for The Armenian Weekly I met a cowboy recently. A rodeo cowboy. He’s a small-town North Dakotan boy who…
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For the past month I’ve been reading and re-reading parts of the journals my great-grandmother wrote and had published in…
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“It’s the little things, like when you reach for something to read and you realize your books aren’t there,” my…
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I’m doing it. I’m doing that thing bloggers do to get people’s attention: creating a top-three list. The list is…
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I was in Cameroon at the beginning of September. “The Cameroons,” my uncle called it, accidentally. It was a term…
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If you’ve ever read my blog, you may have noticed that many of my posts bear the label “strangers.” That…
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Seidu Swaray and I are the same age. But in February 2002, when I was enjoying life, his town was…
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Armenians are quick to tell you what a rich language they have, and with good cause. Those 39 letters (or…
Read More » April was for me an intensive course in the plight of minorities, human rights, and conflict-affected peoples. It started when…
Read More » It was late one evening last week when I e-mailed a friend seeking inspiration for something to write about. “E-mail…
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