My Goal Is To See That Mental

When I Was Diagnosed With Bipolar Disorder The Year I Turned 50, It Was Certainly A Shock. But As A Journalist, Knowing A Little Bit About A Lot Of Things, I Didn't Suffer The Misconception That Depression Was All In My Head Or A Mark Of Poor Character. I Knew It Was A Disease, And, Like All Diseases, Was Treatable.

I've Always Been Profoundly Ambivalent About Fame. I Think It Just Eats The Reality Out Of You And It Can Be Intoxicating Because I Like Some Of It.

New Yorkers, By Reputation, Are Fast-talking, Assertive And Easily Annoyed; I Fit Right In.

I Envy People With Dreams And Passions, But I Don't Think That Way. I Still Don't Have A 'bliss' To Follow. For People Like Me - I Suspect That's Most People - Holding Out For A 'dream' Or A 'passion' Is Paralyzing. I Just Like Having Work I Enjoy That Feels Meaningful. That's Hard Enough... But It's Enough.

My Parents Had An Experience Of Life That Is As Opposite To Mine As You Can Imagine.