The morning of November 6 was gloomy, the usual lively music and happy greetings evidently absent. No casual banter between middle school students filled the air. Instead, as students trickled into...

“Rubes! Let’s watch a movie!” my dad calls out. It’s a familiar summon that echoes in my home as my dad pulls me from friends, phone calls, and homework. Focused, I call back, “Dad, I have homework.”...

Every year, on my birthday, my grandmother and I make one of my favorite dishes, dolmas. Dolmas are a traditional Armenian dish of ground meat wrapped in grape leaves. When I was little, I could only watch...