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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…

I scan the room Young couples, just like us A few of the faces are familiar I even know some of the names But I have never conversed with any of them before I try to make eye contact; no one meets my gaze. Not one. They are huddled in their circles, laughing They know…

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…

She is in Heaven now, Mama She is.  Oh, yes. Did she fly to Heaven, Mama?    They try to picture it in their minds… She had cancer, Mama, and we prayed for her every single day, and she died. Oh, this was a hard season.  We love this family. She died.  But, that doesn’t mean…

we are snuggled on the couch sandwiched together, more like.  Little Lady leaning into me;  Littlest Lady, on my other side, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm linked with mine, and Little Man, well, he is on my lap, squirming about, looking up at me, laughing, chattering, easing his way off my lap…