
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…

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,…

Five years ago, I stood in a government office filling out visa paperwork to enter the country where I was born. My passport had always been my golden ticket. For decades, Iโd traveled freely, never thinking twice about borders or permissions. But there I wasโneeding a visa for the place I was born. Thatโs when…