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.

If an election can destroy your life, your priorities are out of whack
Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia
Only certainty of life is that every one of us crosses River Styx alone
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?
I’ve struggled to finally believe there’s more than one ‘right way’
Odd interest in UK’s royal family suggests remnant of need for ruler
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
Indianapolis talk radio interviews me about Ronnie Bryant story
Old photos have me thinking about who I was then, how far I’ve come