• Guest Post

    Guest Post: Monstrous Motherhood: Horror Fiction and the Terrifying Act of Creation by Anne Gresham

    When my daughter was four weeks old, I was desperate to rejoin the world of the living. We also needed toilet paper. So I gathered up the duffel bag’s worth of stuff I might theoretically need in case an asteroid strike or zombie attack required us to survive in the wild indefinitely, and I strapped her tiny body into her car seat. Just before I twisted the key in the ignition, I remembered my wallet sitting on the kitchen counter. I dashed back inside to get it, leaving the car door open. In the fifteen seconds it took me to snatch my wallet, the following scenarios played out in perfect 4K…