Ashod Pinajian’s artwork Watching the all singing, all dancing Gold Diggers of 1933 on TV the other night, I couldn’t help blurting out that The…
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For Armenians, grapes have always been a sweet blessing
Unlike the pomegranate and apricot, grapes occupy no unique place in Armenian lore. But they bring every bit as much joy to the Armenian palate….
Remembering summers among Armenians in Asbury Park, N.J.
Asbury Park, NJ is a small shore town a hop, skip & a jump from North Jersey and New York City. In its hey-day, Asbury…
The Shish Kebarbecue Machine
I received an e-mail from reader Lynn Nakashian. Our families go way back. My mom and her father, John, grew up together and remained friends…
Happy Birthday America!
The Fourth of July certainly isn’t an Armenian holiday — but there were Armenians in America even before the Revolution. In fact, the first Armenians…
When breaking bread was an act of intimacy
Many of the memories my parents shared about their lives before I was born had to do with food. My favorite is this one. Uncle…
As Armenian as Apple Pie
I never left the ground until I was married. Flying was something exotic when I was growing up, at least to us, so all of…
Armenian Independence Day
Today is the 91st anniversary of Armenia’s independence, a day we mark with bitter-sweet memories and an asterisk. The birth of the Democratic Republic of…
When Armenians loved picnics
Unlike most Americans, I’ve never associated picnics with hot dogs and burgers. To me, a picnic just isn’t a picnic unless there’s some form of…
