The title of this post is the title and first line of a Mary Chapin Carpenter song which I often sing in my head when I’m in a certain kind of funk. This slide is one of my all-time fave pix of myself, for one simple reason: there is no trace of my bipolarity to be found on my mug. I was five. In so many photos of me as a kid, the bipolar darkness and worry that has always inhabited me had already begun to show itself on my face. This was clearly a day when I was blissfully unaware of the suffering ahead. This was a day when I didn’t even need all my teeth or a Bow Tie o’ the Day to be happy.