The annals of political imagery are replete with disasters, moments when the most carefully crafted public persona dissolves in a moment of ludicrous self-parody. Some of these have become clichés.

There’s a man who stands just outside the playground where I take my daughters on Sundays. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move much. Doesn’t have children. But he’s there — same spot, same hour — leaning ...

They call it broken heart syndrome. The clinical term is takotsubo cardiomyopathy, a name that sounds like something plucked from a Japanese horror film. But the horror is very real — and very Western ...