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It’s a bit amusing, really. I’m sitting here by my pool in Costa Rica, soaking in humidity like it’s a…
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Gratitude used to be the kind of thing your grandmother kept in the china cabinet, right beside the fancy plates…
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If someone had told me a few years ago that our first Christmas outside Canada would involve palm trees lit…
Leadership isn’t a throne you sit on or a badge you flash around like you’re the sheriff of a small,…