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Gardens of Guilt

I have a garden, which I’ve wanted for years. In New York I had to be satisfied with window boxes and urban tomatoes (they look pretty but oh, those airborne carcinogens, especially if the tomatoes in question grew fourteen stories above a 14th street bus stop).  Now I’ve got jasmine and bougainvillea (a word I cannot spell correctly on the first try, ever), and desert rose, and even a few …

Skiing…in the Alps and … inside?

Ici la piste ou ma petit garcon fait du ski: Which is to say, my twelve-year old son is currently skiing in the French Alps–and I have to say, that’s a sentence I never in my life thought I would write. Let me hasten to add that his French is no better than mine…and his skiing is even worse. And by “worse” I mean that the only ski slope Liam …

water, water, everywhere…

Abu Dhabi, the city, is a bit like Manhattan, in that technically it’s an island, but it’s easy to forget that fact when you’re wandering in the maze of skyscrapers and multi-lane roads. Where Manhattan has New York Harbor, Abu Dhabi has the Arabian Gulf along one edge, and then a series of creeks and canals that separate the city from the mainland. And then, of course, once you wander …

from my window

When we moved to Abu Dhabi, we moved into a furnished apartment. The furniture is mostly fine (once we got rid of the white leather sectional sofa, the ridiculously small bed, and some truly hideous cabinets) but sometimes, nevertheless, I feel a little bit like I live in one of those executive suite hotels. I will say, however, that a hotel room on the 37th floor overlooking the Arabian Gulf …