Where the Wild Things Are

Lessons from the Ones Who Loved Us Like That

Lola on a car ride

Lola was my co-pilot for over a decade. A muddy-pawed mystic. A four-legged therapist. A shaggy love letter from the universe. She jumped into my car every time I opened the door, ready to chase mountains, meadows, or the nearest patch of dirt. She never asked where we were going. She just trusted the ride.

That’s the kind of faith I’m …