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.

Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
Beauty is everywhere around us, when our eyes are open to see it
Without meaning, most are blind to rot destroying their own lives
Few people want to admit it, but our society rewards conformity
Self-disclosure of flaws is my way to stop myself from deceiving you
The more I see of death, the more determined I am to live life fully
Fear of making trade-offs to get best life leaves us with nothing