Gearing Up to Say Goodbye to Gazelle Daddy

The time has come for us to prepare for our departure from the nearly indescribable place we have called home for 10 months. Abu Dhabi.   In Arabic, the name actually comes out as Abu Zhaby, and means “father of the gazelle.” Please note that I have never seen any gazelles or gazelle imagery in…

28 Days

On April MARCH 28, I woke up with the realization that I needed to quit drinking for good. For the subsequent 28 days, I felt sick, tired, achy, angry, dizzy, confused, melancholy, hopeless, useless, moody, drowsy and restless, anxious, disinterested, dejected, disoriented, unfocused, scared, and completely lost. I had hoped for ebullience, euphoria and boundless energy, but was…

Coming Around Again

Perhaps you may recall the blog post in which I told the story of the cab driver who was in trouble for something and how I called his agency to compliment his skills and kindness. Here’s that post. The story was picked up by Tempo Magazine here in Abu Dhabi. I’ve often wondered what the outcome was…