The things my mind cooks up when I’m trying to distract myself from politics …
Were he still alive, my father would have turned 91 last month. I’ve spent a fair bit of time lately thinking about him and his influence on me, especially from my childhood. Allow me to explain what must seem like a paradox in the title.
One of my favorite activities, especially in winter, is knitting. In addition to getting a usable item out of it, knitting provides lots of time for thinking… and I do enjoy observing what comes up from the depths.
I’ve been seeing a lot of posts in my Twitter feed from “first-gen” college students, which got me thinking about my own experiences in academia. My answer is … complicated.
I’ve finally gotten a handle on the frustration that’s been building within me regarding psychology as an academic field.