Thoughts On My Mother’s 80th Birthday
This week my mother, Beverley Anne Peterson, turns 80. She was born on February 6, 1939, in Naicam, Saskatchewan, a small, attractive, thriving prairie town, back when prairie towns were communities with
Comment on the APA Guidelines for the Treatment of Boys and Men
Beware the Ideologues in Psychologists’ Clothing The American Psychological Association (APA) recently released their Guidelines for Psychological Practice with Boys and Men (paralleling, in principle, their 2007 guidelines for girls and women). It
Prairie Requiem
Saskatchewan In the spring the snow crystallizes and glints the sun now has some warmth black patches appear in the fields the creeks and rivers overflow their banks people say hello again to
Some thoughts on (and an offer) for the New Year
A very old idea and a very new and practical application (1) Mesopotamia: Emperor and Gods The idea that the old year dies and is renewed with the new is very ancient.
Letters: From a Mother of Teens and a Few Young Men
Over the last few years, I have received many tens of thousands of emails. I stopped even trying to keep up in about February or so of 2017. But I read them
The Gender Scandal: Part One (Scandinavia) and Part Two (Canada)
PART 1: SCANDINAVIA Over the last few weeks, I have been in Oslo, twice; Helsinki, twice; Stockholm, twice; and Copenhagen, once. One of the trips to Stockholm was limited to press interviews and
Announcing the Peterson Fellowship at Acton School of Business
I am pleased to announce today the establishment of a partnership with the Acton School of Business, under the stewardship of Acton Co-Founder and Master Teacher Jeff Sandefer. The Acton curriculum provides
12 Rules Tour: Missive from Cambridge
The last two days in Cambridge were relentless, but in the best possible way. Tammy (my wife, who travels with me, and carefully ensures that I know where I am going now
Notes on a dream in Oslo
So it’s 2:39 AM in Oslo, Norway. I woke up in a too-hot hotel room out of a fitful nightmare, which I can only partially remember. I haven’t