I’m not willing or able to let go of a relationship as transformative as a relationship between mother and daughter. So for anyone to suggest that is a healthy thing to do, I dispute that. I also have to admit that it’s just not in my nature to do so. … More Grief and the land
Books by revered white Christian men haven’t been much comfort to me lately. A Grief Observed is the only Lewis book I can stand to read anymore. Here we see the great apologist, one of our finest and most beloved spiritual writers, stripped of his convictions and openly, viciously angry at God. The Oxford don is confused, … More “Deeper Into Mystery” in America Mag’s Spring Literary Issue
My obsession with stories of time travel is not rooted in physics but in grief. When my mother died when I was 14, it was almost as if I’d jumped tracks to an alternate plane, one where I was an orphan. In a life that no longer felt like my own, I spent hours … More Somewhere in Time
Jonathan and I talked about the origins of the Sick Pilgrim blog and online community and I read from my essay, “Holy Innocents,” from our book Strange Journey, due out November 1 from Loyola Press: I disappointed everyone by admitting I’m not actually a witch, just a Catholic girl from New Orleans who has found … More Highlights from Trying to Say God 2017
Jessica Mesman 