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.

As we encounter emotional truth, poisonous past can make us numb
If you repress feelings long enough, depression attacks without warning
Why do I suffer deep alienation when I fear I’m misunderstood?
Smallest ray of hope can make us feel a change we need is coming
English teacher tells Wellesley grads: ‘You’re nothing special’ — not yet
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Stop using children as pawns to promote adult political agendas