6/11/2023 0 Comments Young mamas arielI saw my children’s flesh and mine, the blood and the guts and the tears and the passionate love and the sorrow: in short, I saw all the stuff of motherhood boiled down to incredibly moving art.Īs a teenager, her work moved me for other reasons. I saw my own demons being wrestled into submission on one page, but emerging victorious on others. I found a whole new writer, a whole new person coming to life in her words. I decided to read the poetry of Sylvia Plath, this time as a mother. Nicholas was barely past his first birthday when Plath sealed him and his sister into their bedrooms so the poison gas wouldn’t hurt them. I had forgotten about how much Sylvia Plath’s writing had once meant to me, much less that she had been a mother of two children when she died. When I read Nicholas’ obituary, my heart broke. ![]() ![]() ![]() The media buzzed with what it was all about–famous parents and the shadows they cast, mental illness and its inheritability, whether anyone, gifted or not, can escape the demons of the past. It took the tragedy of Nicholas Hughes’s Masuicide to bring his mother Sylvia Plath back to the popular spotlight.
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