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.

How do we often know things which we shouldn’t really know?
We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
Chappelle is offensive and crude, but what he’s doing is important
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?
‘Winner-take-all’ culture fuels hatred in debate about our future
What if writing from the ‘AI me’ sounds just like I’d written it?
Corrupt Trump isn’t even hiding half-billion dollar bribe anymore
Global warming or a new ice age? Anyone who claims to know is lying
Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself