"HEALTH CARE" INSURANCE EXPERIENCE
I just can’t help myself. I need to talk about my experience as a practicing psychologist dealing with insurance companies. I want to make it clear that this is just a report of my personal recollections of my experience as a provider. Back in 1978 I completed all requirements to become a licensed psychologist in Connecticut. (Incidentally, In Connecticut, at least at that time, one could use the title “psychologist” only with a PhD or PsyD and the license to practice.) I began my private practice while still working at Southern Connecticut State University. I confess it was hectic. That’s when I learned a few lessons about controlling the schedule of my own

TURNING BACK THE ...
TURNING BACK THE TIME? (AND BUY MY BOOKS.) I just re-read my last blog entry – 28 days ago, and it looks like “time” is still uppermost in my thoughts. Today, though, it is a bit more tangible. As many of you know, I have a watch fetish. I love my collection of colors and styles – even a belt with four watches on it. Guess what I’ll be doing this evening? (In between trick-or-treaters.) I’ll bet I’ll forget some of them when I’m in my turning-back-an-hour frenzy. That’s OK until the day comes that I innocently choose to wear one that’s been overlooked and arrive late at my destination. It’s not just time-pieces, though, that have my attention. It’

TWENTY YEARS FROM NOW
Many recent and anticipated events have me rooting around in my own view of my past, and how I have shared it with others. Probably most outstanding is the sense of being on a long journey, which, incidentally, I expect to continue for at least another 20 years. I anticipate that I’ll understand at that point the real meaning of what’s going on in our world right now. On a very personal level, I find myself ruthlessly throwing things away, with the thought that I want to leave a clean job behind for my children who will be at least 20 years older than they are now when they have to face that sorting. I am eternally grateful to my parents for doing me that same favor. How easy it was

Ecclesiastes, reading, demons, and ambiguity
Something strange has been happening to me lately. I’ve been reading, even as I neglect other “work” I “should” be doing. I started with a really short little book, (83 pages): In Celebration of Wisdom: Life and Meaning in Job, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes” (2009), edited by Steven Schweitzer. I guess I chose it because it seems work-related. (Think “Mrs. Job”). But something on p. 71, in reference to Ecclesiastes 7:1-18, had the effect of setting me free (at least temporarily): “Humans are capable of some wisdom, but perfection is beyond their reach. ‘Do not be too righteous’: Qoheleth uses irony to state that excess—eve