Other than planning and thinking about the future of personal freedom, my biggest passion is probably the animals in my life. I’m a sucker for homeless animals, so all of the ones I have were homeless in one fashion or another. This is Charlotte, who is almost 2 years old. She and her two sisters are from a stray I took in not too long before they were born. The mother was too skittish to be adoptable, and her daughters inherited a good deal of her fear of people, so I didn’t believe anybody would be happy with them since they were never going to be typical cuddly house cats. Charlotte and her sisters, Emily and Anne, were named for the writing Bronte sisters. I’ll introduce you to others of the McElroy Zoo along the way, because I can assure you that they’re more interesting than I am.

Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
If you play the DC power game, all that matters is the game
If romantic love is real and true, does it never really fade away?
If abortion is just simple choice, why is killing babies for gender bad?
Town’s new fine for public profanity points to problem of ‘public’ spaces
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Dishonesty runs rampant when partisanship matters more than truth
When you’re finally facing death, how many people will love you?
You’re never going to understand me in way I need to be understood