for Carlina Rivera                The city
is like
a mismanaged
notebook
found
on a bench
by a hope
ful man
who spun
a tale
for the city
that wanted
to change
but once
the notebook
was his
he began
tearing out &
selling
its pages.
One page
the park
we
love
sold to a
man
who insisted
he could
make
the park
a boat.
But where
will the trees
go we
cried and the
birds that
are living
in them.

Thirty years ago, someone taught me to say actor rather than actress and chairperson rather than chairman, to discourage our thinking of occupational performance as elementally distinct depending on sex. I understood. Language does not shape thought as much as is often supposed.

When my wife and I were young parents living in Manhattan, we rented an apartment above a psychiatrist with many wealthy patients. Through each hour of the working day, a succession of limousines and drivers would wait on the curb for one patient after another to exit the office. I once had the opportunity to ask what brought his clients to his door. He answered that they all presented versions of the same complaint: They thought they were frauds.

You’ve probably heard that the coronavirus pandemic triggered a worldwide mental-health crisis. This narrative took hold almost as quickly as the virus itself. In the spring of 2020, article after article—even an op-ed by one of us—warned of a looming psychological epidemic.

Every weekday evening, our editors guide you through the biggest stories of the day, help you discover new ideas, and surprise you with moments of delight. Subscribe to get this delivered to your inbox.Back in March, Anthony Fauci invoked the Fourth of July holiday as a benchmark, a time when, if all went well, guidelines could relax, and so could Americans.