Let me tell you, dinner with a behaviorist is an experience, a somatic experience. Lily (name changed to protect her 😉 ) and I shared Indian food two nights ago in Keene, NH.
As I shuffled into the restaurant ten minutes late (typical me), I rounded the corner and saw her sitting at a table for two. I beamed; I knew I was in for some rich discussion and a total “nerding out” session.
Lily and I are former colleagues. We worked together for only a year, but it was my first year in a new school. Lily was there — someone safe whom I could confide in. She is a school psychologist by training, but a self-proclaimed hard core “behaviorist.” She even holds that title in her current job.
