Some families have a child who’s just plain different from everybody else. When everybody else zigs, the oddball zags. In my animal family, that delightful oddball is Dagny.
I found her in the trash. More accurately, I found her underneath the trash — under a big blue dumpster in the little downtown area of the suburb where I live. She was tiny.
Around her neck, she had a ribbon with a bell on it. But it was the middle of the night and there were no houses for blocks. She was dirty and skinny and scared. She had to come home with me.

Accepting joy tomorrow does no good if tomorrow never comes
City rushes to demolish $4.5 million transit station after only 13 years
I kept thinking this week about the scenario I mentioned a few days ago about slaves wanting to escape. It occurs to me that this metaphor works for many of the situations in our lives. What lessons can we draw from it?
If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?
What evil lives in the heart of man who can kill his wife, daughters?