The story so far
I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Tag Archives: abu dhabi
The morning after the night before
I have woken today with a hangover of blerghs. Yesterday was the kind of day on which nothing specifically big or bad happened, but many of the little things that happened were symbols and symptoms of other, bigger things. Each … Continue reading
Mirror
From youngest’s homework book. Spelling and sentences. Traffic. There was so much traffic today that I was stuck in it for two hours straight when I was so tired I almost started crying.
I knew it would happen, but I hoped it would not
That’s that then. Holiday over. And what a way to end a holiday, with a twenty hour trip either squeezed into a seat that’s too small even for someone who barely hits five foot two, or sitting around an airport … Continue reading
This should clarify things
It was cryptic I suppose, that last post, and no, being my friend on facebook wouldn’t help because it’s things to which I don’t have the public right, but that’s a further symptom of the broader issue. That is, most … Continue reading
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Tagged abu dhabi, adelaide, being a mother (good-bad-indifferent), expat wife, on being 42
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The end of August
At the end of July, as Abu Dhabi’s heat and humidity was gathering momentum, I joined the exodus of expat wives. Nearly all of the women I have met through school leave for the greater part of the time between … Continue reading
suspension
Our journey from Spain to Adelaide is, Because of Reasons, a little convoluted and finds the lads and I sitting in Abu Dhabi for a few days waiting for our plane to leave. The mister has returned to work, and … Continue reading
Some days are definitely better than others
There were decisions which had to be made. Decisions about all manner of things none of which could be made singularly but each of which remained a decision of its own with its own right to be and its own particular timing.
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It's not quite one place, but it's not the other neither
One day, when I was trawling the internet for previously unknown information about myself* I found a review of a journal in which I had been published. The reviewer summarised my piece thusly: “Tracy Crisp on Dubai”. For a few … Continue reading
Thunder bolts and snow
I got out of bed twice to adjust the curtains, thinking that the flashes of light into the bedroom must be coming from the roof of the Al Wahda building. The building is two or three kilometres from here and … Continue reading
Posted in Adelaide from Adelaide, Dispatches
Tagged abu dhabi, dubai, letters from abu dhabi, mall of the emirates, ski dubai, weather
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Not again in a hurry
The other day, the Thursday before last in fact, I found myself in such a position that going to Toys R Us was better than the position in which I had found myself. I’m just going to let the true … Continue reading
