She is more aware of what is to come now. Mama, Christmas is coming. Jesus’ birthday is coming! Can we sing those songs again? Who is that man in the red suit? Who is he? Mama, Mama, look at all the lights! Look at the trees! Can we light the tree? Can we look at the…
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Driving up to the Lake Eden Arts Festival and looking out the car window, I see tent after tent after tent… I don’t think I have ever seen so many tents in my life! All close together, little villages, friends, strangers living side by side for a few days… here to celebrate music and the…
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I love lahmajun. My mom’s lahmajun is currently one of the best I have ever eaten – her cooking in everything is always the best, really. Mama knows what kind of spices to use, how much to use and she puts her heart and soul into everything she bakes and cooks. You can taste that….
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On this rainy Monday afternoon, I cannot help but think of a song that mom would sing when she was a little girl… Arev, Arev… Sunshine… I remember hearing her sing this song one day as we were washing dishes in the kitchen. She began to sing, as she always does, and this particular melody…
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I love it. I love that magical moment on stage when I look out into the audience and I am singing one of my Armenian folk songs, something like Groong or Gakavig or Blbooli Hit and I see people, clapping with me, or humming or wiping away tears or something… they are feeling something… and…
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