For the first time in my life I had to go to the city dump, to get rid of two broken down mattresses that neither donation centers nor the garbage collector would take.
The dump. Yikes.
My Date at the City Dump
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LA Scenes of Triumph
A little nook of Los Angeles is very special to me and my inner circle. On a single Westside street:
- my sister and I lived for five years before I got married, with cherished walks and meals at nearby neighborhood cafes;
- my husband proposed to me at a restaurant a few blocks down the same street, near another restaurant where we dated early on;
- my sister and I for years went to our longtime doctor at the medical center around the corner…
.…where my sister just gave birth to her daughter this past weekend.
Now my husband and I live in San Diego, but we had to drive up to LA to meet our new niece, and have our daughters meet their new little cousin — in our old stomping ground, no less.
When we got there, a barrage of memories overflowed, seeing all the familiar places — where I wrote some of my favorite scripts, went out on memorable dates, shared heart to heart talks with family and friends — or as my dad would say, ‘scenes of former triumph.’
On this day there truly was a new birth, a new triumph. Seeing my sister and brother in law with my new niece was beyond precious — something we will never forget.
And never did I think, 15 years ago, that I would one day come back to the old ‘hood with my children and husband, telling the girls statements like this:
Lisa Kirazian 