September 20, 2026

“JUST A TRICKLE”:

Where the Rio Grande Is Born: To understand the water crisis threatening millions across Texas and northern Mexico, I backpacked deep into the remote Colorado wilderness. (Jack Herrera, September 2026, Texas Monthly)

We began our journey by driving north through New Mexico. The June heat radiated off the highway, and our packs full of gaiters, puffers, and other winter gear felt absurd. But as we crossed the Colorado border and gained altitude, it felt as if someone had shifted the dial backward on the seasons. At 10,000 feet, winter conditions can last half the year. Steep peaks rose all around us, covered in blankets of snow.

We stopped to grab some provisions (whiskey) in the tiny former mining town of Creede. There I met Cole Birdsey, who was sitting outside his fly-fishing shop. A fifth-generation Creedite, he told me that his ancestors were miners; the first of them had come during the silver rush in the late nineteenth century. Deep in one of those mines, Birdsey’s grandfather had watched his brother die in an accident.

You can still spot the occasional flash of metal ore in the Rio Grande near Creede. That sort of natural wealth has driven settlement and industry across the American West for nearly five hundred years. In 1540 the conquistador Francisco Vázquez de Coronado left present-day Mexico in search of the Seven Cities of Cíbola, rumored to be rich in gold. He eventually hunkered down along the Rio Grande near what became Bernalillo, New Mexico, where he terrorized the local Tiwa. Coronado never found Cíbola, but successive generations of European settlers searched for new ways to create wealth in the lands they had conquered.

By the late nineteenth century, deserts flanking the Rio Grande were bursting with cotton. Settlers diverted the river to irrigate these ever-expanding fields. Later, a public works project flooded valleys and renamed them reservoirs. Laborers built hundreds of miles of canals and pipes that today make it possible for humans to capture, claim, and use nearly every drop of the river.

The resources extracted from the dry West have helped build one of the most powerful, wealthiest civilizations in history. Yet some of the small towns in this area tell another story about the cost of that growth. Every boom inevitably goes bust.

IT’S IDEOLOGY, NOT CARE:

Psychiatric Morbidity Among Adolescents and Young Adults Who Contacted Specialised Gender Identity Services in Finland in 1996–2019: A Register Study (Sami-Matti Ruuska, Katinka Tuisku, Timo Holttinen, Riittakerttu Kaltiala, 04 April 2026, Acta Paedeatrica)


Gender-referred adolescents showed significantly higher psychiatric morbidity than controls both before (45.7% vs. 15.0%) and ≥ 2 years after referral (61.7% vs. 14.6%). Those referred after 2010 had greater psychiatric needs than earlier cohorts, both before (47.9% vs. 15.3%) and ≥ 2 years after (61.3% vs. 14.2%) referral. Among adolescents who underwent medical gender reassignment, psychiatric morbidity increased markedly during follow-up—rising from 9.8% to 60.7% in feminising gender reassignment and from 21.6% to 54.5% in masculinising gender reassignment. After adjusting for prior psychiatric treatment, all gender-referred adolescents had similarly elevated risks of psychiatric morbidity, with hazard ratios approximately three times higher than female controls and five times higher than male controls.

Conclusion
Severe psychiatric morbidity is common among gender-referred adolescents and appears to be more prevalent in those referred after the recent surge in referrals. Psychiatric needs do not subside after medical gender reassignment.

ALL COMEDY IS CONSERVATIVE:

In Fighting for Every Black Child, Did I Betray My Own?: A decade ago, I made a decision about my daughter’s education that I hoped would challenge New York City’s separate and unequal school system. Now 16, she thinks I made the wrong choice. (Nikole Hannah-Jones, Sept. 20, 2026, NY Times Magazine)

We thought by sending Najya to a mostly low-income and Black school, we could help improve it for all the children there. From my past reporting, I knew that P.T.A.s at poor schools often can raise only a few thousand dollars, but Faraji and I could write checks that exceeded the annual P.T.A. budget. I witnessed how dismissive school officials could be to lower-income parents who lodged complaints or made demands for resources and how deferential they were to wealthy ones. I believed Faraji and I could bring some of that power with us. We had connections and time and status that should not matter, but that we all know do. And more than that, we believed strongly that if families like ours went into schools like this one, it would challenge other families with similar values to do the same.

After much internal debate in our household, in 2015, we enrolled Najya in pre-K at Public School 307, a segregated, high-poverty school across from the Farragut housing projects in Brooklyn. […]

In the outside world, my choice had earned me valor. And yet that day, under the withering glare of my daughter, the words that I was formulating sounded hollow to my ears even before they passed my lips.

“Your school is not bad,” I told her, modulating my voice. “What are you talking about?”

Najya grew agitated. “You know what I am talking about. We looked up our school! We saw the test scores. We saw the ratings.” She ticked off the school’s below-state average reading and math scores, and that it ranked poorly on a popular school-rating website. I said I was aware of her school’s academic rankings, but that test scores alone do not define a school.

Glancing between her and the road, I told her everything that I had said a hundred times on stages, in interviews, in discussions since I had made her a symbol of how the choices we make can help sustain — or dismantle — educational inequality. I talked about the deep inequality in New York’s schools and how, like those Black families who came before us, we had an obligation to be part of the struggle of our larger community. Even if her schools were not academically the strongest, I explained, her father and I knew that we could provide for her tutoring and any other assistance to make up for what her school may have lacked.

But my child just shook her head, her face a mask of disbelief, and something else: betrayal.

“So you had money to send me to one of the best schools, and you chose not to?” she said, hurling her words. “Because other kids are disadvantaged, you didn’t want to put me in a great school?”

CLARENCE, THEO AND SONNY:

In Defense of Frank Capra, Rodgers & Hammerstein, & “Theo of Golden” (Louis Markos, September 13th, 2026, Imaginative Conservative)

The core message of Capra’s films, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musicals, and Levi’s novel, what makes them so beloved by so many Americans, is best summed up in a rousing speech from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. The honest but naïve Jefferson Smith is chosen by the corrupt political party of his state to serve out the term of their flunky in the Senate who died suddenly. Jeff takes his cues from senior Senator Paine who knew his father and whom Jeff idolizes. When Jeff learns that Paine has compromised and is in the pocket of the ruthless businessman Taylor, he speaks up, only to be framed for the very crime he tried to expose. He flees to the Lincoln Memorial, prepared to give up the fight and return to his state. There he is met by his secretary, Clarissa Saunders, who, though she has not approved of Paine’s corruption, has succumbed to cynicism and apathy.

But Jeff has woken something decent and hopeful in her. She meets him at his moment of deepest despair and challenges him to renew his faith and hope in himself and the country he loves:

Your friend, Mr. Lincoln had his Taylors and Paines. So did every other man who ever tried to lift his thought up off the ground. Odds against them didn’t stop those men. They were fools that way. All the good that ever came into this world came from fools with faith like that. You know that, Jeff. You can’t quit now. Not you. They aren’t all Taylors and Paines in Washington. That kind just throw big shadows, that’s all. You didn’t just have faith in Paine or any other living man. You had faith in something bigger than that. You had plain, decent, everyday, common rightness, and this country could use some of that. Yeah, so could the whole cockeyed world, a lot of it.

Rarely has the true, optimistic but realistic, idealistic but conservative, quixotic but practical ethos of America been so clearly stated. There is evil in the world that is manipulated by self-aggrandizing individuals, but there is also a goodness and a rightness in people that can overcome the corruption. Good is stronger than evil, but it too often lacks focus, confidence, and vision. There is no Rousseauvian denial of original sin here. Sin is real and predatory, and no one is immune from its ravages. But there is a bigger picture, a larger hope that we have lost sight of. We need fools—dare I say holy fools—like Jefferson Smith to wake us up to what we know is true. The villains are so brash and bold that they cow us into believing that they are the majority, that their theories and methods are unassailable, that we cannot resist their will. They give us only two options: Join the team or be crushed. Jeff finds a third way.

Recognizing our Fallenness does not exempt us from trying to be decent, even loving, towards one another.

DONALD KILLS EVERYTHING HE TOUCHES:

Democrats Gain Edge as Trump Drags Down G.O.P., New Poll Finds (Shane Goldmacher, Ruth Igielnik and Sophia June, Sept. 15, 2026, NY Times)

A majority of voters disapproved of Mr. Trump’s handling of every major issue included in the poll: the economy, immigration, tariffs, the war and, especially, the cost of living.

And voters said they trusted Democrats more than Republicans on not just health care and foreign wars but also on the two issues that powered Mr. Trump’s 2024 victory: immigration and the economy.

He’s failed at everything he ever tried in his life; why would governing be any different?