Mud Road


My weblog gets a lot more hits than my creative site, so I am going to try directing more traffic that way by posting excerpts from my essays and fiction, just to see if I can hook new readers that way. First up: Mud Road, a personal essay I wrote about trying to raise my teenage daughter on my own while in graduate school. (Now, mind you, this kid turned out wonderfully, in spite of me and my mistakes!)

The essay includes photographs.

The storm broke just as I reached the outskirts of Iowa City. An unexpected boon, since I had decided to just drive in the country regardless of the weather.

It had been raining for weeks -- heavy, dark, driving rains. March rains, holding potential for record snowfalls with just a slight dip in temperature. I was "playing hooky." Well, not exactly -- I had bailed out on obligations that I never really needed to take on in the first place. I was supposed to lead a graduate student meeting (we were all riled up over our new head of graduate studies), but I couldn't do it. Told my friends I just had to bail out -- the messiah role had become too much, and I needed everything I had to deal with my daughter.

She had come to live with me the summer before, at age 14. For two years before that I'd been on my own, living the grad student life, responsible for no one but myself. Staying up late at the library doing research (most nights it was open until 2 a.m.). Doing whatever I wanted or needed to do without having to think about anybody else. I had forgotten how much a child needs, how young 14 really is. Or perhaps never knew.

More here.

Posted: Fri - August 18, 2006 at 08:42 PM          

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