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By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

If part of your post-election self-care regime is to stop reading commentary about the election, I invite you to stop reading this column now. And I support your decision to do so. For the rest of you diehards, some thoughts from this tired and...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

“For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.” That quotation is from the Bible (Book of James, chapter 2, verse 26), but one need not be Christian to agree with it. Having philosophical or political beliefs is one...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

It was in 1998 when a small group of visionary folks who care about healthy food, supporting local farms and farmers, and building community started meeting in each other’s living rooms to discuss the idea of creating a food co-op in Northampton. The...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

The Northampton Pride March, held on May 4, could not have come at a better time. I have marched with my family since my son was little, and he is now 36 years old. It is a part of our spring tradition. But this year, the march felt especially...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

My sister Gina had the proclamation framed and she displays it prominently on her wall. It means so much to our family. The Proclamation of the City of Northampton marking Armenian Martyrs’ Day, dated April 24, 2018, is signed by then-Mayor David...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

Because my husband is currently writing a book about robots at war — how the military is combining artificial intelligence with robotic devices to create “unmanned” weapons systems — our house is infused with articles, reports, and dinner...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

Good news is hard to come by these days. All our news media outlets are filled with troubling stories, disturbing images, and frightening predictions. It can be very difficult to read the newspaper or watch the evening news.And so I am delighted to...

By THE REV. ANDREA AYVAZIAN

I remember the stomach-churning jitters I felt on the flight from Seattle to Anchorage. And that was before I had laid eyes on the big mountain — before I saw how it dominated the landscape both vertically and horizontally, before I had stared down...