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.

Little boy for whom I was named shows what my mother hoped for
Getting better at all I do is only way to fight ‘imposter syndrome’
Brush with high-speed blowout leaves me thinking about death
Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
She had issues that scared me, but I felt loved and understood
Ellie Kemper ‘witch-hunt’ shows why it’s hard to fight real racism
It often doesn’t matter who’s right; just fix the problem and move on
Stunningly arrogant Vatican paper demands world economic dictator
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me