Meeting flaky expats — refugees from the modern rat race, adventurous retirees, misfits and oddballs.

There was a loud crack. It reverberated through the forest. The birds stopped chirping. The breeze stopped whispering. All was primordially quiet . . .

A loud barrage of furious words slammed me in the back. It was shocking!

Writing Harlequin romance novels is fun, but the romance with my own American prince is not fiction but the real deal.

Little American Boy gets acquainted with the Big World: Not everybody goes to Kindergarten and not everybody owns a car!