I want you to meet someone.
Privilege buddies, meet Sarah Finnie Robinson. Sarah, meet Privilege.
Why the introduction you may wonder? This week Sarah started a blog series at the Huffington Post. She calls it, Dearly Beloved: Millennial Mother Love. I will let her explain in her first post. By the way, she is writing to her three grown children.
I’ve decided to launch a blog series for you. Before you cringe, consider this: You are all grown up and gainfully employed, married even, and living in cities all over the country, busy doing all sorts of wonderful things in the world. But I am still your mother, and I don’t get to see you enough, and I want to be sure you know about certain stuff. Like news, weather, health, recommended reading, etiquette, housekeeping, food, shoes, climate change, vitamins, etc etc etc. Why? Because I love you.
A few more excerpts. From the same post,
Cooking tip: always make a little extra salad and fridge it for later. Yes to lemon balsamic dressing, yes to garlic bits. Pulverize this in those Cuisinarts you have sitting in their original packaging on top of your fridges and glop it into soups and sauces of all sorts; or chop and fill omelettes, tacos.
Why come home this weekend? I have a ton of basil ready to be harvested in the garden, so we’ll be having pesto clinic! Plus I’d love to see you.
And this, from the 2nd in the series so far.
Cooking tip: by now we all know what a floater is. It’s something extra-special added to a quantity of liquid. Did you know you can use floaters in soups and stews? Float a pool of balsamic on chili or cioppino; a globule of honey, cinnamon, minced ginger, and dash of salt on hot cereal. When you feel a bad cold coming on, float dark rum in your tea. (Years ago I was invited by Nick and his college friends to a bar in Manhattan in the form of a log-cabin—improbable as this sounds, I think I have it right—near Grand Central station—where they plied ever-accommodating Mom with a cocktail floater or two and then challenged me to several rounds of darts.)
Gratitude. Thanks for texting me a photo of your minor injuries asking if they’re infected, I love that.
I’m hard-pressed to articulate why I find Sarah’s series so charming. The voice? Yes. The mix of topics? Yes. The dare of drunken darts? Surely. But in all I think it’s just Sarah coming through, her intelligent relationship with her grown children so fully felt. Also funny and surprising. She always did have that leaping sort of mind, you know what I mean?
I should explain, Sarah and I went to college together. We reconnected during the planning for our 25th Reunion, and have stayed (if not in touch then) aware of each other since. She mentioned on Facebook (where I don’t say much but have connected with some college classmates) that she was going to be writing. I was immediately delighted.
You may be too. There are five posts up so far. I don’t know how long she’ll keep going – I hope at least through Christmas. I’d love to hear her take on the holiday season.
Have a wonderful weekend. Life is in fact a privilege.