Food of my People

Cracked wheat, Ground beef, Onions, peppers, tomatoes. Food from the old country. Food of my people. Farmers, merchants, textile artists Fight oppression for 1,500 years. Forced out in 1915 Bringing the food with them. Growing […]

Literary Corner


It always seems a little strange When you say “I am Armenian.” You often get a blank look, Or a nervous laugh Even a sophisticated smile, “How wonderful!” No one recognizes The depth, the warmth, […]