The Little Girl with Brown Eyes

There was a flush of questions that immediately dominated my thoughts as I listened to the woman’s voice on the other end of the telephone.

“This is the Shirley Temple look-alike, you wrote about in your book,” the voice said. It was a voice I had not heard for more than a half of a century. [...]

Tears of Joy

It would be my first of seven talks in California that I would give on The Cold War and my recently published book, “The Repatriate: Love Basketball and the KGB”. Our first stop was Mission Hills, a serene senior citizens community that has a notable museum, the Ararat Eskijian, on its spacious and plush site.

After [...]

Peace, Not War

It was Churchill who noted that facts are better than dreams.

For we can dream all we want of jobs, or a national health care program, or financial security, or peace, if we do not work for those ends, it just won’t happen.

To hope is good, but the word is too subjective. I can pray all [...]

Affirmation of Red Disinformation

I was sitting alone in one of the pews of our church, in Spruce, Michigan, thumbing through the Bible, pausing to read from Isaiah. I was in a rare, melancholy mood, built up over the weeks by staging several ‘book talks’. I sought my escape in this sanctum, instead of joining most of the members [...]

An Armenian-Speaking Imposter

During my recent trip to Los Angeles my host asked if I would like to chat with a mutual acquaintance, who happened to be a former Soviet basketball star. The woman, now in her late seventies, immigrated to the USA and is presently living in the North Hollywood, California area. I told my host that [...]

Of Fathers and Sons

In the Armenian family, the father stands as tall as Mt. Ararat.

It is he, the father, who provides for the family, has the wisdom and the knowledge of the ages. It is he who you turn to for advice and help and consult before making life-changing decisions.

And it was my father, when I turned 18, [...]