I’m in a hotel room off of Times Square in
How small is the room? Even the insects have to slouch down and slink sideways. (Rimshot.)
Let me back up a bit.
I have already given two talks to NAMI groups in
The morning after my last NAMI talk, I rode into
We’re rolling down the
There is a lot of uninformed discussion out there on early-onset bipolar, but none of it is coming from the Papoloses. All their work is concerned with rigorous examination in both the lab and the real world, and on enlightening and educating clinicians, researchers, educators, parents, and the general public. The misguided fear-mongers who criticize them invariably have proved to be too lazy to talk to parents of bipolar kids, much less read their book.
We pull into a parking garage in the city. A jack hammer inside is going full blast, which forcefully brings an end to our conversation. Ah,
After checking into my spacious (by quark standards) hotel room, I head off to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a rendezvous with Anne Sheffield. Anne is one of a select handful of people (about two, as I recall) who write on mood disorders from a relationships context. Her book, “Depression Fallout,” is a must for anyone of us in a loving relationship or thinking of entering one (or for that matter, considering bailing out of one).
There is a special exhibit at the Met about the art scene in Barcelona at the beginning of the twentieth century that includes Picasso in his early days, plus Miro, Dali, and, of course, Gaudi, not to mention a host of unknowns who deserve to become knowns.
Over some real