Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.

And though some days it is very hard, I try not to live for the future. And I try not to dream of the past.

The reality is that most of North America knows next to nothing of the 20th centurys first genocide - the systematic slaughter of 1.5 million Armenians in the First World War.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.

My mother used to talk about passages and, once in a while, about ordeals. We all have them; we are all shaped by them. She thought the key was to find the healing in the hurt.

I have lived with magic and without magic, and I can tell you with certainty that a life with magic is better.

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.