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.

What if emotional baggage we carry isn’t really our core issue?
If you repress feelings long enough, depression attacks without warning
Norman Rockwell or Norman Bates? Holidays are dysfunctional for some
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?
What if our best romantic decisions come by listening to ‘selfish genes’?
The ‘man in the mirror’ always turns out to be our worst enemy
Bloomberg: Policing what you eat part of ‘government’s highest duty’
‘Do you want to sell sugar water … or do you want to change the world?’
Romantic love is part obsession, part reality — and part madness