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
I was listening to the She Kills podcast today on my daily walk. I’m three episodes deep and so far it’s everything I hoped it would be: smart women–actors, writers, directors–having deep conversations about their favorite horror films and their own work. Episode three featured Clarke Wolfe and Barbara Crampton on “The Final Girl” … More A word about JoBeth Williams as Diane Freeling, Horror Movie Mom
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
I’m back from the Convivium literary festival and a whole weekend in Pittsburgh, one of my favorite places on earth, where I got to see some of my favorite people on earth and spend hours talking about art and religion and community. Check out my Instagram (@jmesgriff) for lots of great pics of St Paul’s … More Horror and the Religious Imagination: Grief, Mothers, and the Babadook
Jessica Mesman 