
Two Loyalties, One Lie Weโve been taught, from the time weโre children, to conflate two very different kinds of loyalty. The first is loyalty to the people who matter most in our lives โ our families, our children, the communities we choose. The second is loyalty to a geographic location, to borders drawn on maps,…

My son doesn’t know he’s lucky. He just knows that in Brazil, soccer meant running barefoot through neighborhood parks every evening, the whole community cheering from the sidelines. He knows Festa Junina means dancing in a straw hat while bonfires flicker and the air smells like sweet cake and smoke. And this weekend, like so…

I still remember the moment each of us was handed our permanent residency cards in Panama. My spouse first, then me, then each of our children. Four cards. Four keys to a door that can never be locked. Standing in that office, it hit me: our kids will always have somewhere to go. No matter…

You’re standing at the airline counter. Both passports are in your hand. The agent is waiting. Your brain freezes. Which one? WHICH ONE? If you hold two passports, you’ve definitely had this moment. Even experienced dual citizens get turned around the first few times. But here’s the thing: it’s actually simple once you get the…

Iโve sat across from families whoโve built extraordinary wealth โ eight-figure, nine-figure or more portfolios, multiple businesses, real estate across different markets. By every conventional measure, theyโve won. But when we start talking about the future โ where their kids will live and grow up, what happens if tax policy or the social climate shifts,…

A friend of mine has a daughter in high school who wasn’t connecting with her math teacher. Instead of accepting this limitation, she hired an english speaking Brazilian PhD engineer over Zoomโsomeone who genuinely loves math and charges what amounts to a modest fee in U.S. dollars. After a few months of personalized instruction, that…

The first time I traveled alone with my children through a U.S. airport, my daughter was strapped in a stroller and my son could barely toddle. I remember standing in that security line, watching it snake endlessly ahead of us, and thinking: This is going to be hell. I was right. In the United States,…

We still use language from the Cold War to describe a world that no longer exists. First World. Third World. The terminology implies a hierarchy that made sense in 1975 but has little to do with how millions of people actually live today. The Moment I Knew When we first moved into our apartment abroad,…