It’s been a big week out here in the ‘Dhabs, I have to say, starting with the Rain Day two weeks ago.
What is this “rain day,” you ask? Well, my dears, that’s when the serene desert skies bust open and it pours, like a veritable rainpocalypse.
Or at least, that’s what you think it is if you grew up in the desert. For those of us who grew up in parts of the world with, you know, weather, it was just kind of wet and windy. But the schools closed at noon because people were afraid of flooding. Or getting wet. Or something.
Big Event Number One.
Then? Less than a week later, schools were closed because Dubai won its bid to host the World Expo 2020. We got the notification that schools were closing at 10:15 PM on Wednesday. Schools closed Thursday, which was Thanksgiving Day in the US but here was — theoretically, anyway — a work day.
Big Event Number Two.
Then the day after Expo Holiday, our dear friends and neighbors hosted the fourth annual expat Thanksgiviing, with many small children, several new babies, three turkeys, the best sweet potatoes I’ve ever had in my life, and way too many pies. (Although really, can you have enough pie? )
Big Event Number Three.
Then? National Day Weekend, which meant two more days off from school and work, plus parades, air shows, decorated cars, fireworks, and of course, silly string. (All you want to know about National Day: here, and here, and here.)
Big Event Number Four.
And now? As if all of that isn’t enough? Now, I’m going to blow the horns and bang the gongs for the publication of a wonderful anthology, edited by Jessica Smock and Stephanie Sprenger. These two writers have put together The HerStories Project (Histories, HerStories, get it?), and have included an essay of mine in this volume, which includes writing from Alexandra Rosas, Galit Breen, and an introduction by Jill Smokler, aka Scary Mommy.
And THAT is Big Event Number Five, which pretty much trumps all the others.
Guess what? You don’t have to admire the book from afar — oh no, my friends, you can get one for your very own self. Plus it’s holiday season, so you can get one for pretty much everyone else you know. See? Holiday shopping, fait accompli. You’re welcome.