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.

Grief keeps reopening the door my loving mother walked out of
Still relevant six years later: ‘We’re the Government — and You’re Not’
For all my life, I’ve hidden anger in order to be ‘perfect’ to others
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
Old documents force me to rethink things I’ve believed about my father
Tough problem: What does a free society do about unfit parents?
What if I’ve fooled myself — and darkness is all that waits for me?
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
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