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.

Attaining excellence may require some time in painful mediocrity
What missed chances are you going to regret when it’s too late to change?
When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside
Anger and hatred come from hurt — and fear of being hurt again
Goodbye, Daddy
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
Does the delusion that most people agree with us explain the appeal of majoritarian systems?