Don’t Blame The Country!
Years ago, wallowing in the despair of an unexpected divorce, I remember complaining to a friend. My son (five years old at…
Read more →Years ago, wallowing in the despair of an unexpected divorce, I remember complaining to a friend. My son (five years old at…
Read more →It’s been a year now. One brief, fast-moving year since I landed at Tocumen International Airport in Panama City with my mountain…
Read more →I spent my first three weeks in Las Tablas, Panama, homeless and alone. I had traveled to Las Tablas while my husband…
Read more →When we decided to move overseas, I read everything I could get my hands on about different cultures. I knew that, whatever…
Read more →My Expat Adventure Began, not with a Bang but with a Whimper Leaving the USAAfter years of planning, months of selling off…
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