my texan mother in armenia
In the morning I usually walk to work, a routine activity that has become a more frigid experience with each passing day. It is no longer sufficient to wear my knit gloves and stuff those covered hands in my pockets. They are still cold under all those layers. I certainly don't live in the coldest part of Armenia. There's no snow on the ground here yet, just crunchy ice puddles.
satisfying your needs and a fine cultural moment
Our Stepanavan teens are a brave little bunch, willing to stand in front of their peers and talk about some very sensitive topics (condoms, abstinence, saying no to drugs, discrimination) which is difficult for any teenager but, as I've already said, can be really difficult in a world where teenage sexuality is pretty much completely underground…