Reflections
Reflections
Reflections
Destination: Punta Cana and AHC Armenian Week in the Caribbean
Boston is cold in the winter, especially early on a mid-January morning when heading to Logan airport for a flight to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. The cold quickly becomes a distant memory as […]
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Christmas Tree Memories
There is a chill in the air, and the sky is gray as gusty winds scatter the last of the autumn leaves. Yesterday, snow flurries dusted the landscape, and the few remaining roses finally lost […]
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An Armenian Thanksgiving Prayer
They say everyone in retirement needs a hobby or a vocation. Some fellows play a lot of golf. Others travel, garden or volunteer. Me? I took another job as associate professor of Operations Management at […]
Reflections
Faces of War
September of 1992 was coming to an end. It was gorgeous out, trees dressed up in red and yellow and the sunsets painted with streaks of orange, gray and red. And that gentle autumn breeze… […]
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War and Chocolates
It was a Saturday evening—just like any Saturday evening in Kapan, Syunik in the early 1990s. My family was talking about the war with Azerbaijan in Nagorno-Karabakh, about how the enemy army had advanced and […]
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To Armenia and Artsakh
As far as I remember, music always has been part of my life. I have studied the piano at the conservatory as well as all the disciplines allowing me to obtain a complete training, then […]
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In Memory of Dad
It has been 15 years since the passing of my dear father, Rev. Archpriest Sahag Vertanesian, and yet he is always present in my life. I am still learning from the writings he left behind. […]
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Words for Peace
I never thought I would purposefully learn war vocabulary. Smerch rockets, kamikaze, ballistic missiles, UAVs. The list is long, my eyes are tired, my lower eyelids are wet…casualties, artillery, blockade, shells…A tiny teardrop crawls down […]
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Pomegranates
I’ve always appreciated the ancient adage that has tied Armenians so closely to pomegranates. The fruit is in our art, our clothes, our dance, our culture. More and more I consider this idea—that somehow we […]