Two older women, called Tatik in Armenian, would be sitting along the road I took into town everyday. Without fail, I could expect a comment on what I was wearing, what I had bought from the store, or where I was headed so quickly. These women were...
It's not everyday you come across a counterpart that you can call family. My counterpart is exactly that. She's not quite a Mom, not quite a sister, but she's surely someone that I'll never forget. She's family. Her name is Gulnaz and she is...