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No Greater Love

It was the third day of the Artsakh War, a sunny Tuesday morning about 6:30 AM. A scream sliced the still, autumn air. A mother’s voice – my neighbor’s voice – protested the world’s indifference […]

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My friend Hovo

The minute you catch Hovo’s attention, his cheeks wrinkle, his eyes crinkle and his teeth flash into a huge grin. When I first met him, the young server thought I was Russian and greeted me […]