by Deborah Quinn | Aug 6, 2016 | Abu Dhabi, Children, expat, family, Politics
In July 2004, when I was about five thousand weeks pregnant, I told my midwife that I was about to fly to Northern Michigan for summer vacation. She looked at me and shook her head at my delusional self. Slowly, as if to a not-too-bright-child, she explained that...
