[Image: Sylvia Plath holds her infant son, Nicholas Hughes, in 1962. They are both smiling.] Dear Plathians, I write to you from my dining room. I’ve just put the big kids on the bus and the baby, just over five months, is still sleeping after I nursed him at 6:30 this morning.
we all owe her so much for telling the truth about marriage & motherhood. what's sold to us is some real B.S. i'm grateful for you & others who continue to break the spell of all the promises.
The Still, Blue Hour
we all owe her so much for telling the truth about marriage & motherhood. what's sold to us is some real B.S. i'm grateful for you & others who continue to break the spell of all the promises.
Just...wonderful. Will be thinking on this.
I saw my own mother in a new way when I read these words. Thanks so much Emily.