Last year I frequently heard people complain. It would actually be fair to say that complaining seemed to be the main form of communication: anywhere from minor griping and bemoaning daily struggles to major dissent and protest. There were complaints about poor health and the deadly effects of the changing weather, magnetic storms, disobeying ( Read more... )

Cherry blossom-ից պռծանք, անցանք apple blossom-ի:  Ինչ ծառ ծաղկի հիմա պիտի նշե՞նք:

Ասում են՝ գարուն ա:


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 "In a world where vows are worthless.  Where making a pledge is nothing.  Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power."

"This isn't about love and hate.  It's about control. (... People) just want to dominate.  No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way."

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Sheets of ice water separate me from everyone else on the street as I try to stand as close as I can get to the wet wall, losing feeling in my hands and feet, as if it isn’t even August. Slightly claustrophobic and crowded under the awning, I shiver, not at all warmed by the breath of all the other survivors of this downpour. I catch myself ( Read more... )

Today was a day well spent.

I saw 5 of Arshile Gorky's works at the museum and was overcome with a bout of national pride.


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Makes it look like it snowed overnight.
Makes me miss my apricot trees in bloom.


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Some people go to therapy. Some try to drown the voices in their head in drink. Stifle them with the sheets of a woman that smells a lot like that sunset on that summer evening many moons ago. They lull the voices into submission with song and dance. Bribe them with designer labels. A lot like snake charmers, they coax the voices into the ( Read more... )

 "People don't want their lives fixed.  Nobody wants their problems solved.  Their dramas.  Their distractions.  Their stories resolved.  Their messes cleaned up.  Because what would they have left?  Just the big scary unknown."

"Whatever my real problems might be, I didn't want them cured.  None of the little secrets inside me wanted to be found ( Read more... )

 Not exactly an optimist, I still hoped that there was some truth to the saying that “when God closes a door he opens a window instead.” Well, when God decided to close this particular door he must have been in one of his Old Testament kind of moods. Or maybe he’s just got a peculiar sense of humor. Or he was particularly bored that afternoon. ( Read more... )

So I'm finally doing it.
 I'm terrified and excited all at the same time: I'm taking my first official writing class tomorrow at the Writer's Center.

No more excuses.  I'm going strap on my running shoes and chase this dream.  And if I fall, I will get up.  And if I scrape my knee, I will not cry.  And if I fail, well, it won't be the first time.

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