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.

Don’t believe the angry words and self-deception of a wounded heart
Being alone allows us to indulge our worst flaws and avoid change
Is it persistence or stubbornness to keep chasing uncertain outcomes?
Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love
My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’
Theft is biggest problem with customers not tipping gay server
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
To stay sane and fight life’s battles, we aliens need places of sanctuary