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Little Sarah Birch

Welcome To Little Sarah Birch

Who am I?  I’m a mother, a wife, Maritimer, a former lawyer, and a self-proclaimed adventurer who goes by Sarah.  I’m not funny per se, but I get myself into funny situations that create humour in my life.  I believe that everyone has a story to tell; this blog will be home to my story.  

Because our family recently moved from the West to the East Coast of Canada (back to “our roots”), I’ve been thinking a lot about how to turn the place you live into your home.  This blog is meant for anyone looking to feel more at home in their own life and community, while following along with mine.

The Blog

Being Small is Fine by Me

“How short are you?”  If no one has asked you this, you are probably taller than five feet.  I don’t actually know the tipping point at which people start asking you how tall you are, but I do know that people ask how short you are at five feet. This site is dedicated...

Life Lessons from Hurricane Dorian

I didn’t live in Halifax during Hurricane Juan. I lived in the Maritimes and heard all about it, but I didn’t witness it first-hand. When Hurricane Dorian was announced, it barely hit my radar - at first. By good fortune, my next-door neighbour is aware of my...

Forty and Fabulous…and Desirable? I’m not sure.

A few years ago, I sat in my colleague’s office, shooting the breeze with him and one of our other professional colleagues. Somehow the conversation went in such a way that he drew a graph on his white board, showing women at their peak of attractiveness at age 25 and...

Little Sarah’s Lentil Dip: A Party Favourite

If you’re currently raising an eyebrow because you haven’t known me to be the creator of many recipes, your suspicions are correct. This recipe originates from a family member who said I could claim it as my own and share it with you, since I am frequently asked for...

He Doesn’t Look at Me Like That Anymore

One of my favourite photos from my relationship is one of just Dana (my husband) at our wedding, thirteen years ago, standing at the front of the church. I’m not in the photo, but looking at his face, there is no doubt he’s looking at me. I’d know that look anywhere:...