1. When I was still in high school, my father lost his job. He was a third-generation garment worker — a cutter in a coat factory in Jersey City — and the company he worked for closed its U.S. facility and shipped all the work down to Mexico. In the wake of that turn, … Continue reading pulling back the curtain: notes on the history of neoliberalism…
1. The Judge has just told my father that he can’t go home yet. Twenty minutes ago he was all over the place. We were waiting in the hallway for someone to summon us into the conference room where the commitment hearings are held, and he was talking about writing a book on mold, and about learning … Continue reading Bipolar Chronicle 4: darkness on the face of the deep
One of the things that happens when your immediate family member is manic, and you are trying to get him hospitalized, is that the nurses, psychiatrists and social workers who are evaluating him will also sort-of evaluate you. They’ll listen for signs of family discord, or for hints that you might be exaggerating things. Why? Because maybe … Continue reading Bipolar Chronicle 3: fishbowl, microscope, spotlight.
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