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.

3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
We’re all prisoners of a culture which demands that we conform
Slow death of painful past leaves me trapped in fog of depression
Did GOP and Democrats get their scripts mixed up this time?
Why is it so hard to make good art? It’s something I’ll never understand
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment
If you repress feelings long enough, depression attacks without warning
Intelligent, well-meaning people often pull in opposite directions
Despite death, finally finding love made life worth it for new widow