A year ago, we poured a bottle of cheap champagne off a balcony in Berlin. On a shoestring budget, the bottle was completely undrinkable, somehow all too sour and too sweet and too bubbly. We each poured a third over, and listed our goals and wishes for 2020. I don’t remember what I said. I … More A New Year Story: from pandemic winter
Seda met me in the muddy road of a village near Armenia’s capital, Yerevan. She spoke and I blinked back at her, 23 and wide-eyed. Seda laughed and whipped out Google Translate and her high school level English, flipped her hair and promised me she personally would take care of me. “Yes ksovorem kez hayastani masin,” she … More Thicker Gravities: Another Armenia Story
Being home feels like I should be somewhere else. I don’t settle here. Between jobs, back for a few errands. I don’t really like the sleepy little suburb I grew up in, there’s not much nostalgia left here. The crunch as we flung ourselves into leaf piles, cider mills, running trails and soccer games, late … More being home feels like…
I’m one of those people who when they don’t have the time, or energy, for words, I can sometimes find it still for images. This August has meant working a lot, and sunburns, and sore shoulders, and never-ending boat repairs. Long day trips out into the Islands, big storms, going to bed early. Mornings in … More August in Images
The thing about culture shock is I thought it would be over it by now. It’s been almost five months, that seems like enough time to completely get used to my home country. It hasn’t been. And maybe part of that is because I left Armenia so quickly and suddenly and I know I haven’t … More Line of Sight
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