I swear, nearly every Armenian knows of another Hai living in California, particularly Glendale. I, too, have cousins there. We…
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Just before the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence Becky, my wife, suggested I paint an homage to the…
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When my sisters and I were kids, Dad set each of us up with postage stamp collections of our own.…
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Somehow, without my recalling the circumstances, Dad acquired a case of miscellaneous, hand-baled electrical wires of different colors, thicknesses and…
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The summer equinox occurred recently. Normally, I’m not among those who give much thought to this phenomenon. For that credit,…
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In 2018, I reapplied to college. Yes, at my age. Massachusetts has a program at its state universities allowing seniors,…
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Dad was a smoker. Sure, you may say that there have been many. Perhaps you’re among them. Dad was born…
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Mom and Dad were children of the Great Depression. Hearing me parrot their stories, one could think I lived then.…
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Soon, my sister, June, and her husband, John, will head to Armenia again. They’ll work there with an international volunteer…
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EXTRA! The Armenian Weekly has offered me my own column. Me, a columnist? The guy who’s run his own business…
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