Things have changed since I published my last blog. Then again change is always happening, so that should come as no surprise. I seemed to have had a moment of discouragement on my part. The thing abo
While I was reading “Politics and the English Language” by George Orwell, I remembered the first political science class I took. George Orwell was talking about the tarnished English language. He talk
Paul Baghdadlian was a major role player in my musical cultivation. We lost a true legend in Armenian popular music two weeks ago after a long bout with illness. He was integral to keeping Los Angeles
It’s the third week of the internship, and there are more deadlines to be met, emails to be sent, interviews to be conducted, research to be done, reports to be written… no pressure, of course. But, I
As the fifth week of the ANCA-WR comes to a close, I realized that challenges within the internship and my personal life have intensified . As I have discussed in my first blog, I am part of a Armeni
I was never part of Armenian organizations while growing other than the mandatory Saturday Armenian schools. I went to a few different schools until I was in the fourth grade and at my favorite schoo
This past 4th of July weekend featured the Navasartian Games at Birmingham High School. Every year, many different walks of Armenian life get together and celebrate Independence Day with sp
As the third week of my internship for the ANCA-WR summer program comes to a close, I volunteered at the annual Navasartian games, made better media reports and learned some interesting information on
As I mentioned in my previous blog, I was not always a person who cared about anyone else or wanted to strengthen my Armenian roots. My life was filled with challenges I thought I could never overcome
