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.

Why is it ‘isolationism’ to oppose killing those who didn’t attack us?
Italy sending seismologists to jail for failing to predict big earthquake
We will destroy ourselves if we don’t learn to love our enemies
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?
After 50 years of lonely pursuit and disappointment, boy finally gets girl
Tough problem: What does a free society do about unfit parents?
Ghost from my past haunts me, but leaves me without answers
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?