by Deborah Quinn | Aug 29, 2012 | Abu Dhabi, family, marriage, Travel
The eagle has landed. Elvis is back in the building.We are back in Abu Dhabi. We got back to Abu Dhabi last night: four people, eight suitcases, eight carryons, a duty-free bag o’booze, and assorted aches and pains from sleeping where god didn’t intend...
by Deborah Quinn | Apr 12, 2012 | Children, family, growing up, Kids, Parenting
So here’s the thing. I swear. Like a motherfucker. Pretty much could make a sailor blush what with my f-bombs and whatnots. I loves me an Anglo-Saxon curse word and think that fuck is like the little black dress of language: always appropriate, goes with...
by Deborah Quinn | Mar 21, 2012 | Abu Dhabi, Children, expat, Kids, UAE
No, I haven’t gotten my calendars confused. In the UAE, today, March 21, is Mother’s Day. Somehow, google knows that: It’s a pretty cute drawing, google-guys, I have to say. But it’s not as good as this one: My first Arabic Mother’s Day...
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 11, 2012 | Abu Dhabi
It’s (another) beautiful day in Abu Dhabi but I’m gloomy. The semester looms, the unfinished manuscript(s) languish, the (feral) children bicker, the husband business trips, I drive around doing errands. Feh. Then I get home and discover that a woman who...
by Deborah Quinn | Apr 21, 2011 | Abu Dhabi, expat, lost in translation
Traveling to another country–traveling anywhere–creates the opportunity to learn new phrases and traditions. Sometimes, though, things get lost in translation. Thus: “How come no one takes anything from those shops,” Liam asked me after we gone...
