Category 'My Armenian Heritage'

We are meandering through the streets of this scenic Southern city. Admiring the window displays, wandering in and out of various shops, and this one, this one catches our attention. “Let’s go in,” my beloved suggests. It’s a jewelry store. And something is drawing us in, something more than simply the unique jewelry. I marvel at…

Many months ago, Dr. Michael Moore, Head of Department of Music Education at BJU and Dr. Paul Radford, Head of Department of Communication Studies at BJU, shared a vision with Haro and me.   As these two men were talking, I grew very quiet. I listened intently. My heart and mind trying to process the words…

“Hold onto my arm,” he instructs me.I look up at him and grip his arm tight.My husband and children are behind me and I can’t look back.Instead, I trust this man and take my first step. I am balancing on a suspension bridge 200 feet above a river; it is swaying as I take tentative…

I never knew about this part of history…I never ever knew After my concerts, after I have been singing the ancient Armenian folk songs and weaving in the story of my grandparents, survivors of the Armenian Genocide, the very ones who passed on these folk songs to me, after I share this history through story…

I Love the Sun-Baked Taste of Armenian Words I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words, their lament like ancient lutes, the bend of blood-red flowering roses in the accents, the lilt of Naiyirian steps still danced by girls. I love the arch of skies, the faceted waters running through its syllables; the mountain weather,…