As some of you know, I’m an American by choice. I left kin and country, culture and connections to throw in my lot with the freedom gang. How did this come to happen? How could a girl raised in Portugal, of patriotic (fanatic, really) parents get to the point where she felt expatriate, a stranger in a strange land? Well, a lot of it had to do with what I read. When I tell people I was raised in Robert A. Heinlein books, I wasn’t joking. And there was something in those books that just made me American, before...