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Mile High Club NOT…Sex Education in the Airport

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While Naeem and I were walking through the Toronto Pearson International Airport, I noticed a sign that described everything one ever needs to know about parenting.  In fact, while there is currently no universally accepted parenting guide (never fear and stay tuned because I have one in the works), the four words from this sign in the airport ... [Continue Reading]

Do You Know The Golden Rule? Do You Really Believe In The Golden Rule?

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Most children grow up to be parents who espouse the belief in the Golden Rule.  As parents, we endorse this Rule and trust that the Golden Rule will be a lifelong personal mission statement for our children.  Almost universally, parents believe that the application of the Golden Rule will make our children better people – more accountable adults – ... [Continue Reading]

What a Pencil Sharpener and Relationships Have in Common

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The other afternoon my son and I had a conversation which I thought was worthy of sharing.  He was feeling frustrated about an interaction that he was having with another.  The short story is that the conclusion of a discussion left him wondering – like so many of us do when a conversation doesn't go the way we hoped – why can’t the other party ... [Continue Reading]

Life is Short and Childhood is Even Shorter

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The other day, I was asked how we decided to allow Naeem to travel nearly 6,000 miles from home, shortly after his seventeenth birthday, not having finished high school and not knowing anyone in Porto Feliz, Brasil.  I answered the question in the best way I knew how by beginning my answer with a couple of questions followed by a brief analogy.  ... [Continue Reading]

Form a Single Line, Be Quiet and Keep Your Hands to Yourself

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Remember when you were in your primary grades and you had to line up orderly before going anywhere?  Your teacher would escort the whole class to lunch, the library, during a fire drill or to the gym.  Everyone was expected to walk one behind the other in a straight line.  We were expected to keep our hands to our sides and be very silent while ... [Continue Reading]

Just the Two of Us

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The last seven and a half hours are among the worst moments that I can ever remember in my life.  The agony began, as I walked down the dark, desolate and lonely hallway which leads from Naeem’s room to the corridor where the driver was awaiting me at 4:50 am this morning to take me to Guarulhos International Airport in São Paulo, Brazil.  The walk ... [Continue Reading]