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I was a slave to my past and will be paralyzed by the future. Right now I wish to be present.

My father was a care-taker of properties around Buffalo, NY. He would drive around and fix or replace things that broke or needed attention. As a kid I would usually just drive around with him and wait on the porch until he was finished. There were incredible forces of chaos in the world, usually personified […]

Please go and make a world of difference.

I don’t drive my attitudes, dreams or ideas to change the world but to keep me awake so the world may come in to make me able to dream, act and think all over again.

Making comics helped me find my voice. Making art was a little meaningless until I started writing about my own life… Comics are great if you’ve got a lot of pent up frustration. If I go through a phase of not writing or drawing for too long I become a ball of repressed rage. It’s […]

The work that I do as an artist, activist, community organizer has the potential to shake up the world! This work is always, I hope, moving toward change – in my life, on a personal level, and in the larger scopes of the communities I am a part of. Most specifically, I am interested in shaking […]

Sometimes I think I need to win the lottery, jet set around the world, quit my job, and live near the beach. It’s true it would be great to win the lottery but my real hope is to be a philanthropist, and actually I really like to work. I really like people, talking, helping, interacting. […]

There are many things I hope to do, but at the top of my list is to celebrate the culture and identity of my Hispanic heritage. I hope that I can use my creativity to help those in need… I hope that I can become connected to an effort that solves problems around the world.

What sustains me is knowing where I’ve COME FROM and where I am GOING. I finally feel that I am in the RIGHT PLACE at the RIGHT TIME. I find that I have begun to understand a lot about the world i live in, and these truths help me along and reassure me, no matter […]

I am Armenian American born in Switzerland. My father is from Egypt. My mother is from Detroit. They are both Armenian. My grandfather escaped the genocide (1915) in eastern Turkey; my great grandparents, sadly did not survive. My husband, Mark, is of German descent and our three sons Haig, Vartan, and Arani are then Armenian german […]