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.

Without meaning, most are blind to rot destroying their own lives
The love I crave seems beyond horizon, always out of my reach
What do you really want in life? Believe actions, not empty goals
Finding your own authentic voice is riskier than copying everybody else
Online exposure doesn’t bug Lucy, but humans require some privacy
After 50 years of lonely pursuit and disappointment, boy finally gets girl
Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong
Homeless honor student thrown into jail for missing too much school
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933