Lola Michelin
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Reflections
Clean windows remind me of home and my 12 year-old self. At our house, window cleaning was an annual production for my mother and my sisters and I, although truth be told my sisters and I were often less than… Continue reading
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UnHinged
It’s morning. I lie meditating, gently scanning from foot to head, ears tuned to a lilting voice of a Buddhist nun coming through my earbuds, urging me to follow my breath into my body and out again. I begin in… Continue reading
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Father and Time
While my father was not the one to teach me about horses, he was the one to teach me about flying and daring and all the things that horses would eventually bring into my life. He was the one who… Continue reading
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The Scoop on Dogs
Beagles are dogs perfectly made for boys. The younger the boy the better. For both are designed to wander, forbidden or not. And to find their voice. Boys need a companion on their journey and beagles have the stamina for… Continue reading
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The Delicious Hour
Long before the beeping of my morning alarm, a warm wet nose draws me out of my sleep. Not at first of course. The first gentle nudge just pushes a little on the edge of my dream. The… Continue reading
