The Art of Survival
Reading Sally Mann’s book, Art Work: On the Creative Life, presents an argument for persistence, the rejection of fortune for the sake of owning your vision and a helpful chapter on rejection, a word most of us hate but also accept as the unwanted payment for effort. Once I submitted a novel that was returned so quickly, I imagined throwing it over a wall and having it immediately tossed back. Yes, it was years of effort sent packing within a matter of days. Did that stop me? No. Neither did the reaction of my parents when I summoned them to listen to my first story that began, “They were like two ships passing in the night. Her eyes were velvet blue, and her cheeks were the color of roses.” I had discovered clichés and was captivated by language. They listened, sighed, left halfway through with a single remark, “How terrible.”
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Grandparenting
My only child is becoming a father in a few weeks. His stepfather has eight grandchildren. When we married, they were traumatized teenagers who had little use for a substitute mother, their own mother close to death from drugs and drinking. She’s still alive. Despite a certain lack of understanding what it means to be an adult; my husband is an adored grandfather. I, on the other hand, suggested they call me, “Whose that lady?” when he asked what name I would choose as their step grandmother. Yes, I wish them happy lives and support his relationship with them, but I saw myself as an adult friend, a resource in case of crisis.
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Fathers and Daughters
I tried so hard to use literature to change the truth. Reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn I knew this father was portrayed as a drunk who loved his daughter, the daughter devoted and yet fully aware her father can’t protect her from the reality of his addiction, was just like my father, I was like his daughter, I did not want this. I did not want to understand why Lear grieves as Cordelia takes her own life, unable to bear her father’s mad anger, why Milton’s daughter transcribes Paradise Lost for her blind father, and why I asked him to read my work despite some of the cruelty of his feedback.
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