Skip to main content

Blogs

Practice, Practice, Practice

Daniela V. Gitlin's memoir, Practice, Practice, Practice: This Psychiatrist's Lifegives readers a fly-on-the-wall view of therapy sessions along with actual transcripts of what's going through her mind as she's working, living and saving the day (or trying to).

Written with unsparing candor and a light touch, these interconnected clinical and personal tales reveal a way of thinking that is essential for learning actively, living fully and doing good work — with a sense of wonder — year after year. Whether you're simply curious, already in the field or a mental health educator, you're sure to get some ideas for what to do (or not do!) with the people in your life.

Daniela is a rural psychiatrist in private practice with her husband in upstate New York, north of the Adirondack Park. In addition to seeing patients, running the practice, empty nesting and staying married, she writes for the Psychotherapy Networker, blogs at danielagitlin.com and has the next book under construction.

In the book's acknowledgements, she gives shout outs to fellow writers and colleagues, her publishing team — and the Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop "for being a funtastic writers' resource and especially for hosting the panel that led to my publisher."

Previous Post

Erma Bombeck Student Scholarship Winner- Michelle O'Dowd

When I was a senior in high school, I went to a college's admitted business student event that offered an opportunity to interview for additional scholarship money. I didn't have a lot of experience with interviewing and didn't do a lot of preparation, but I wanted to visit the school again, try my best in the interview portion, and see what would happen. During the interview, one of my interviewers asked me if money wasn't an object, what would I like to do as my dream job. Now, since th ...
Read More
Next Post

Lost in translation

When I first moved to Germany in the late 90s, I enrolled in a brief course on German language and culture to help ease my transition to my new home. I don't remember much about the class; in fact, the only thing I clearly remember is that the instructor made it a point to teach us the German word for diarrhea, which (I will never forget) is Durchfall. I don't know why he loved this word. Its subordinate parts-durch and fall-literally translate into "it falls through," and he seemed to fi ...
Read More