Family Therapy Networker

Articles from Vol. 20, No. 3, May/June

Around the Network: New Visions of Psychotherapy
FACED WITH THE CORPORATE restructuring of their field, many therapists today wonder if they are to become nothing more than patch-'em-up functionaries of managed care. With the old vision of their role dying, and nothing satisfactory to take its place,...
Breathing Room: Breathing Room
AT 14, MALIK IS NEARLY FULL GROWN. HE BOPS INTO HIS first therapy session dressed in jeans so baggy that two of him could fit into them, with a 3-inch black belt that doesn't do anything to keep them from riding so low that they could fall off at any...
More Than Love: More Than Love
JILL SITS WITH ME IN A TINY, SMOKY, PHILADELPHIA COFFEEhouse, sipping Earl Grey with extra sugar and eluding easy categorization. At 16, she has the pale corn-silk hair and luminous skin of a child, yet her persona is sophisticated, even a touch world...
My Son, the Street Person
LET ME START RIGHT OFF BY CONfessing: my son lives on the streets. I don't say this easily. Of course, in response to a casual inquiry about him. I usually say, "He's doing great." If pressed further I say. "He's traveling." No one can fault...
PERSPECTIVES; the Errors of Parenthood: Not Touching Children Can Also Be a Crime
"WE CALL HIM FOLDS," A FRIEND ONCE WROTE, IN A RAPture over the voluptuous plumpness of his baby son. My own daughter was delicate even a bit worrisomely so but what I wrote again and again in her baby book was "She is too much." When I read those words...
SCREENING ROOM; Bad Guys Smoking: Is Insufficient Love the Root of All Evil?
ACCORDING TO ARCHBISHOP DESMOND TUTU, "A PERSON is a person because he recognizes others as persons." So what about people who fail to see their own power to do harm to others, who feel their emotions, or hormones or needs are the center of the universe?...
THE BUSINESS OF THERAPY; Consulting to Family Businesses: The Dollars and Sense of Family Values
AFTER MY FATHER DIED, FOLLOWING A VERY BRIEF ILLness, my brother and I suddenly found ourselves running the family business. Neither of us had worked with him more than a summer or two, but at the ages of 23 and 18 respectively, there we were, managing...
The School of Change
HALFWAY UP THE WEST SIDE OF FOX HILL IN LITTLE SILVER, N.J., is a small field, a half-acre quadrangle of grass bordered by fir and sycamore. On fall afternoons in the late 1940s and early 1950s, six of us would rush from grammar school, touch base momentarily...
The Second Family: The Second Family
WHEN HIS FAMILY WAS REFERRED TO ME, THIRTEEN-AND-A-half-year-old Jimmy was on the verge of being expelled from eighth grade because of his obvious, but heatedly denied, pot-smoking habit. Almost worse, according to his horrified parents, he intended...
Too Much? Too Soon?
TO BE 14. SO MUCH TO LEARN. SO many choices. So much to do: Aaron Wolf, at the moment, is choosing to watch TV; He's in Silver Spring, in his house, in the den, in a recliner, with a remote in one hand and a microwave burrito in the other. On the screen,...