Entryway East Paterson, N.J. was the city of the earliest childhood home. I was born in Queens, NY, but don’t remember it at all. There were several brick steps leading up to our apartment. Vague memories tease me as I picture myself on the stoop. I have a picture of Mike and me on this […]
Unlabeled role models are the best!
I had an idea yesterday, while watching a movie on TV. In the background, was a stylized portrait that was somewhat Picasso-like. I had just been reading about Francis Bacon (see yesterday’s blog) so I was sensitive to the power of art. I have been drawing for quite a while, but hardly ever do I […]
Vulva stones? The essay entitled, “How the Vulva Stone Became a Brachiopod” in Stephen Jay Gould’s book The Lying Stones of Marrakech [1] intrigued me. No, not for prurient reasons. My interest was stimulated by the references to the British philosopher, Francis Bacon (1561 – 1626). As a philosopher who lived at end of the […]
I like the bit about the neuroscientist claiming ‘miracle’ as more likely than ‘misdiagnosis’. Looks like the Pope isn’t the only one who is infallible.
Definition Here is my working definition of confidence: comfort and ease doing what one does. Stories abound of comedians getting their start through the enormous pleasure derived from laughter they evoke from their family at living room performances. Confidence in one’s self grows from situations like these. False confidence Why do some people, of limited […]
I would like to keep the focus of my blog on autism. In my mission statement, I say that I want to talk about autism in relation to family dynamics, neuroscience, the history of treatment of mental disorders and medical ethics. However, I think the best contribution I can make is to relate my own […]
This is a picture of my brother and me in the early 1960s. In 2002, another picture was taken: Today, Mike is in a geriatric facility, since he has cataracts and can’t get around very well. I hope to be able to visit him, when I am on the east coast again. Mike has never ever […]
A very touching account of bi-polar disorder.
I was looking though some pictures today. (No surprise there, I’m either looking through old pictures, old writings, old… doesn’t-matter-what as long as it’s old and in my past.) I have boxes and boxes of photos of my big brother Mike. He is autistic, low functioning and has never spoken. I don’t even know what […]
