Lucy, Upon Hearing of Charles Schultz’s Retirement and Upon Seeing the Giant Leopard Moth, Drafts a Letter to Charlie Brown

Like nothing we’ve ever known, but then, we haven’t known much, have we, Charlie? It was a slow Sunday, she landed on the newspaper and had I breath, you know, it would have left me. Because God’s drawing left our maker’s in the wake of those wings. Glorious ornate things, the starkest black and white, […]