by Deborah Quinn | Sep 11, 2011 | Abu Dhabi, expat, NYC, NYUAD, Politics, UAE
It started last night. A “ding-ding-ding,” like someone’s phone was ringing, or like the sound you hear in department store elevators announcing that the next stop is ladies lingerie. I stomped out of bed to ask Husband why the hell he hadn’t turned off...
