by Lois Melkonian | Oct 29, 2019
There’s a box that tucked away near my bed. It’s filled with hundreds of handwritten letters from my mother to family members over a span of decades. The postmarks are from wherever she and my father were living at the time: India, Lebanon, Denmark, Modesto,... Read more…
by Lois Melkonian | Sep 4, 2019
First thing that comes to mind is I shouldn’t be here. I have plenty of ideas, tools, resources and strategies to manage myself when I hit any wall, right? But instead of using them today, I sulked and exploded and joined my own pity party. And not necessarily in that... Read more…
