Ex-pat Adventures

I’ve lived outside the country of my birth for about twelve of my sixty-two years. My first husband, the dad of my boys, received his draft notice on our wedding day. You might say that kicked my expat-tendencies off with a bang. This was 1969. We got lucky and he was sent to Germany. I wasn’t supposed to join him, of course. If the Army wanted him to have a wife, they’d have issued him one.

My favorite song then was Fortunate Son. it was probably good that we had to live off base. I lived in...