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.

Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
Little remains in me of the person I was when I married for lifetime
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
Try a new game: Make others smile — and let yourself smile with them
Everybody has times when he needs someone to save his life
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away
My Twitter suspension is reminder that free speech is under assault