Armen Bacon

Armen Bacon

‘Our revenge will be to survive’

Armen D. Bacon’s column: Like many Armenians this month, I will not only see “The Promise” but also pause on April 24, a day of remembrance, to honor my grandmother’s life and mourn the loss of her siblings and parents, and the 1.5 million Armenians massacred at the hands of Turks orchestrating a feat of monstrous, unthinkable proportions.

Armen Bacon

The too-muchness of life

Even in retirement, it is possible to be “addicted to busyness,” writes columnist Armen D. Bacon of Fresno, California. “Wanting to blame someone, my first instinct is finger-pointing: political turmoil, technology overload, troubled times … It turns out to be none of these things. It is all of these things.”

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Worshipping the beauty of humankind

It’s no secret we’re living in crazy, mixed-up times. I don’t know about you but for the past month, I’ve been walking in circles, feeling dazed, crazed – as if hermetically sealed in a globe of dense fog – the kind with zero visibility, where nothing is for sure, everything feeling slightly off-kilter, tentative, fragile to the touch.

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Cleaning up my act and singin’ in the rain

New Year’s turned out to be a day when I had a yearning to watch old black and whites, return to that time in life when no one, at least no one I knew was sick or dying – when hope and optimism turned up around every corner. The natural choice was “Singin’ in the Rain,” whose lyrics I’ve decided will serve as a mantra for the New Year.

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Goodbye, Norman Rockwell

It’s no surprise that the holidays grab hold on all of us, stirring emotions and memories of loss, estrangement, things gone wrong or falling apart: a sick or troubled child, an aging parent, financial struggles, grief over lost loved ones.

Armen Bacon

The Long and Winding Road

In that precise moment, I realized we not only get by with a little help from our friends – but that there is healing power in breaking bread with friends, sharing a simple lunch laced with love and laughter.

Armen Bacon

The pearls and perils of motherhood

Bless today’s parents – especially mothers of the world. It’s a daunting task, holding the future in your hands. From pure joy and pleasure to the nuclear blasts and mini-explosions during growth spurts and raging hormones – raising kids is the toughest gig on the planet. “The hardest job you’ll ever love.”

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When grief is everywhere

Columnist Armen D. Bacon reflects on death – of her son 12 years ago and of recent tragedies around the U.S. and world that seem to be piling up on the anniversary of her son’s death. And then she finds a moment to reflect on life through the eyes of a friend fighting breast cancer.

Armen Bacon

Love: Reimagined

A USA Today newspaper has been left outside my hotel door. Orlando headlines stare me in the face, the world’s sadness palpable – the Do Not Disturb/Privacy sign utterly useless once I have opened the door. Our nation longs for peace, understanding, tolerance, and love. More lives cut short. Forty-nine to be exact. I cannot stop seeing their faces.

Armen Bacon

Living in prime time

Despite presidential candidates showing up in Fresno left and right, politics took a back seat to personal milestones occurring last month in our family. My mother turned 90.

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Armen Bacon: Fresno, the center of gravity for five writers

I imagine that in the grand scheme of things, it takes an entire lifetime to discover one’s unique blueprint. I learn this lesson every day. At various stages of life, I have hunted down purpose and calling, my raison d’être, each time finding something new or inventive to wrap my arms around, embrace, grab time and attention, inviting me to grow, stretch and see the world through a new lens. Often the journey feels solo and solitary, but in fact, when I open my eyes, there are always a handful of people nearby. Leaning in.