My father had a signature to rival John Hancock’s. The “J” of his “John” was just as intricate and imposing as the well-known one on the Declaration of Independence. And the “f” in his “Caulfield” was a unique series of... Read More →

  C. S. Lewis, a character in his own story, saw her approaching from afar. She was radiant. Leading her were bright angels, joyous children, and musicians. Multitudes of animals followed after. It was a great procession coming down from the high country. Lewis thought he was... Read More →