On David Wayne Lewis and the imagination of the Incarnation
ALARIC MARK LEWIS
On a basset hound named Cleopatra and care for creation
On a smiling captain and knowing how to love
On freethinking spinsters and the 50th anniversary of the passing of Shirley Jean Lewis
On Pride and Joy: A letter to George Edward Lewis (1935-2023)
On American Graffiti, hope and the Annunciation
On confusing days and tangled lights
On collared doves and Hildegard of Bingen
On a butter cow and the Transfiguration
On Tobit, bird poo, and silliness
On a dowager baroness and a bargain-bin saint
On a funeral choir and a German nun
On Mr. Park Bench, Mr. Al Capone, and a balm in Gilead
On meteorites, MI6, and Viktor from Chelyabinsk
On Mrs. Mingott, the perfect paragraph, and a hat
On life, liberty, happiness, and love
On an eccentric monk, a Christmas ornament, and O Adonai
On Timothy Q. Mouse and Saint Paul
On golf and guardian angels
On imaginary friends waiting at the airport