Written by Jerome Braun, MA, LMFT. Recently, on my morning train commute to my office, a man in his mid-twenties sat next to me, pulled out his laptop, making several slow movements with his hand seemingly to brush off the dust from the top of his computer.
By Kim Arndt It was the summer of 2007 when I attended my first training meeting in Küsnacht. The facilitator, a seasoned analyst, said that during our training we would make friends we would have for the rest of our lives.
By Tess Castleman I remember arriving in Zürich on a bitter cold early February morning in 1984. We were three. Husband, three-year-old son and me. We had left our jobs, our first house, our families and our beloved Denver, Colorado for an unknown land.