Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN In 1932, writer James Kieran used the term Brain Trust in the “New York Times” when referring to the close group of experts that surrounded United States presidential candidate Franklin Roosevelt. Today it is widely regarded as a group of official or unofficial ...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN …Allen is gone and Sose is in a coma. How can Sose exist, live, breathe without Allen? How can Allen be gone, what does that mean, gone? Horror in the pit of my stomach, I stand, I walk, I sit again, I cover my face to hide the unspeakable anguish. My husband ...
Read More →Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN It’s time to take away the levers of their perceived power. It is time to eradicate the uneducated, morally bankrupt, economically powerful, groveling, sniveling mob of young men and boys and silly, vacuous girls who think they will determine the destiny of my cou...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN Springtime in Yerevan is my favorite season. As the city crawls its way out of winter, spring reveals itself with such grace and splendor in our city. The trees bloom and flower, then turn a rich green before the dry heat of summer pales their hue, the air is fresh ...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN It is that time of year again when Armenians around the globe commemorate the Armenian Genocide of 1915. I am not going to recount stories about my grandparents, survivors from Musa Ler, Urfa and Marash. As Armenians, we all have similar stories although the overwhe...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN While it is business as usual for the rest of the world, the Armenian people have been embroiled in a political process that might appear to be imploding. But is it? Following the presidential elections on February 18, 2013, the citizens of Armenian unequivocally vo...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN Tranquility, stillness, and serenity are words that no longer define our lives. They were obliterated from our collective narrative decades ago, maybe centuries ago, perhaps millennia ago. From the moment I developed the ability to formulate memories I cannot recall...
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The man from Kapan, 2013 (photo by Seda Grigoryan) BY MARIA TITIZIAN The man in this picture is from Kapan. I don’t know his name, nor do I know anything about him. I don’t know if he is married, or has children or is employed. I don’t know what games he played or books he read when he was a ...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN Day Three We are sitting at Café Vergnano on Northern Boulevard with a group of friends, drinking coffee watching the clock. It’s almost 5 p.m. and we know where we have to be. We pay the bill, gather up our belongings and begin making our way to Liberty Square. ...
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Maria Titizian BY MARIA TITIZIAN This will hopefully be my last opinion piece about the presidential elections in Armenia. By the time this article is published, we will most likely have a new president who is the same president we had for the past five years. This should not come as a surprise to ...
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