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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

Little Sarah’s Lentil Dip: A Party Favourite

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

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:...

Life with a Nanny: so much more than childcare

Life with a Nanny: so much more than childcare

“It takes a village.” We’ve all heard the popular phrase that acknowledges how much support it takes to raise children. Many Canadian families, mine included, have chosen to hire a nanny to help out. Child-rearing is demanding, and often impractical for two people to...

School Safe (Peanut-free) Energy Balls

School Safe (Peanut-free) Energy Balls

I bet nobody has ever told you that I’m a great chef…and with good reason! I’m just ok. My family gets home cooked meals at least five days a week, but it’s often not me who cooks them (that’s a story for another time). That said, I was highly motivated to find...

Cheers to Old Friends

Cheers to Old Friends

“Don’t mind my pants!” I announced to my girlfriends as I entered the room, “I packed them without realizing my nanny shrunk them in the wash.”   “We stopped feeling sorry for you the moment you said ‘nanny,’” one of them retorted. Touchée. We all laughed. I...