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.

What makes good science fiction? Aya Katz and I discuss ‘Podkayne’
Minnesota protects its citizens from the horrors of free education online
Self-compassion is difficult when harsh inner judge condemns you
Don’t believe the angry words and self-deception of a wounded heart
Homeless man on a cold night leaves me with hard questions
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside
Emotional wounds in me quickly spot those with similar wounds
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope