by Deborah Quinn | Feb 1, 2014 | Abu Dhabi, aging, urban nature
About a week after I turned fifty (see how easily I said that?), I went for a walk on Saadiyat Beach, which is near my house, with a friend. Here’s a question: almost all the women I know like to go for a walk. We don’t need a specific destination; we...
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 29, 2014 | aging, Feminism, growing up, me my own personal self, ranting
So I’ve been fifty for an entire week and so far things are going pretty well. It didn’t look good there for a while, though, because I inducted myself into my fifth decade not only with a horrible cold but also with a violent stomach bug that had me...
by Deborah Quinn | Aug 29, 2013 | family, growing up, Kids, Parenting, Travel
We went on safari last week. And now I have to pause for a minute because I still can’t believe that I am someone who can say “I went on safari last week.” There among the wildebeests, the giraffes, and baboons, Caleb turned nine. NINE. The baby is nine. His last year...
by Deborah Quinn | Aug 23, 2013 | family, growing up, Kids
Baby Caleb is six today. He still sleeps with four small bears and a tattered blankie, but his body is long and lean, the shape of the young man he will become. He is a pirate and a spy; collector of important rocks and sticks; he walks like an Egyptian when...
by Deborah Quinn | Nov 18, 2012 | growing up, Kids, legos, Parenting, preemies
If you’re a person who writes a blog and if that blog should talk about your children if you have them (or your pets if you don’t, although really it’s about the same thing, isn’t it?), then the occasion of a birthday – theirs or yours...
