If you believe, they will believe

I've always loved this quote. I came across it while going through some of my dad's boxes. He had been a teacher, so it made me laugh. I think this quote applies in many areas of my life, but I really found this to true when I stood before a classroom of thirty small children with … Continue reading If you believe, they will believe

Love/Hate

Here's my list for the Love/Hate challenge you may have seen going around the blogosphere. After reading Mark's list on his blog Exile on Pain Street, I felt this rush to write a list of my own and here it is. I wasn't tagged nor am I going to tag anyone, but if you want … Continue reading Love/Hate

Life is short – Mark Twain Quote

We picked this quote of Mark Twain's for my dad's eulogy. My sister suggested it and, instantly, we said yes! We all thought it so fitting. You may have come across this quote before.  It's a brilliant quote and a proper outlook on life, so I put this together. Of course, now it holds special meaning … Continue reading Life is short – Mark Twain Quote

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Enjoy some beautiful music from the talented pianist, Mihran Kalaydjian, and his Element band.

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Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Honor Guest: Violinist: Charlie Bisharat

Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

Lyrics:

Childlike Faith In Childhood’s End
Existence is a stage on which we pass, a
sleep-walk trick for mind and heart:
it’s hopeless, I know,
but onward I must go
and try to make a start
at seeing something more than day-to-day
survival chased by final death.

If I believed this the sum
of the life to which we’ve come
I wouldn’t waste my breath.
Somehow, there must be more.
There was a time when more was felt than
known, but now, entrenched inside…

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Expect a Three-week Debrief

My sister said to me the other day, "I just want to know where Dad is." I still feel like I can call him and visit him down the street. He's definitely not there. I could consult religious texts about this question of where one goes after life. Heaven, I hope. With an online search, I … Continue reading Expect a Three-week Debrief

Dancing with my Hair Down

When I was small, I danced for hours in the foyer of my house. Most of the house was carpeted, including the kitchen and two bathrooms, but not in this white square speckled with black dots. It was years before tile would replace some of that carpet. In the meantime, that 12 x 12 square feet of … Continue reading Dancing with my Hair Down

“E” is for Effortless

Last week, I was Effortless in Twitter. I checked out this tool called the Social Effort Scale that measures your effort in social media; they can measure your profile in Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. I had achieved a score of 150 in Twitter, which is a score of Effortless. Go me! This week, I stumbled. Here's my … Continue reading “E” is for Effortless