Literary Corner


Deep brown hints of secrets are hidden in her eyes. A faraway gaze out the window into distant lands, she remembers the smell of sand, a shapeless sanctuary. A nameless nomad, she ran with the […]



There she was standing before me—(we will call her Hasmik)—the woman who would be my host mom for the next two months in Armenia. She was a short, thin, middle-aged woman, with short black hair […]