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.

I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
Reality no longer seems to matter to dysfunctional culture in denial
NOTEBOOK: If results confuse Paul’s aides, how competent are they?
It’s hard to shut off our internal chatterboxes to listen to silence
Can we find peace online when social media have become toxic?
For governance, ‘one size fits all’ is a bad idea — even if the ‘one size’ is your version of freedom
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?