I Must Have Been Around 13 or 14 Years Old Every day after school, I’d slip in through the backdoor of our shed, park my bicycle, and pull a long skirt over my shorts. It was summertime, but my parents had made it clear—I wasn’t allowed to wear shorts. They didn’t want me showing any leg at scho...

  "Adam, stop crying!" That’s what I often tell my son—but not for the reasons you might think. When Adam cries, his nose gets congested, and we end up spending hours trying to help him breathe so he can sleep at night. But for many boys, the command not to cry comes for entirely different reaso...

  Breaking the Time Trap I recently stumbled upon a fascinating conversation about time management, and it struck a nerve. For years, I’d been racing against the clock, trying to squeeze maximum efficiency out of every hour. The key performance indicators (KPIs) I meticulously tracked at work be...