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.

Good riddance, UAB football: Taxes shouldn’t subsidize college sports
Since I’ve lost status I once had, it’s a shock to see I want it back
If you want to honor military dead, stop supporting unnecessary wars
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?
Love & Hope — Update:
Outraged folks around world letting Diane Tran know she’s not alone
Ethnic Indian wins Miss America? Who cares? Bigots seem upset
Is Paul Krugman serious or is this some kind of weird performance art?