A little while back, on a Friday morning, Caleb and I walked out of the front of our building on our way to his first-ever Abu Dhabi playdate. We were running late, but I needed to stop and get cash from the ATM machine built into the front of our building. Standing in front of the machine was a group of about ten laborers, all wearing the bright blue jumpsuits …
What’s your address? Everyone asked us that question before we moved to Abu Dhabi, as if they were really going to write actual letters that needed to be delivered to actual addresses. As if. But even if people were going to write letters to us, or send us packages of things I can’t find here (what I’ve learned is that what you can’t get in a certain place tells you …
On my way home from San Francisco, I sat in seat 40D. I brought my own sandwich on board with me but the people in front of me apparently did not. Learn from their experience, my friends: book early and sit in the front of the plane, if you have to fly in steerage: The flight attendants come through for the “paid food service.” Passenger in front of me: I’ll …
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Reverb 10 prompt #12: This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn’t mind and body, but simply a cohesive YOU, alive and present? I remember waaay back in the day–high school and early college–when I was a bun-headed dancer. In high school, daily life was pretty miserable but when I walked into the ballet studio, all that misery …