Author: Sarah Anderson

With All Due Respect

We are just a few weeks from school starting again and the pool is still just as enchanting now, as when it opened nearly two months ago. This is the first summer my boys are both confidently swimming and entertaining themselves, and so I am loving this new season of freedom. This past weekend, we loaded up with the cooler, the pool bag, the inflatable raft, the circular tubes, the goggles, the towels, the books and the sunscreen, and made our way to the neighborhood pool where a new lifeguard was on duty. We unloaded our stuff, my boys...

Read More

The Freedom We Celebrate

I grew up in Northern Virginia. It’s important to note the “northern” part. Because Northern Virginia is a different world from the rest of the state. We consider ourselves an extension of Washington DC. The pace where life is faster, the obsession over politics is greater, appreciation of government and country is larger. This isn’t necessarily the case for everyone who lives there, but for me and my family? We were patriots. Bona fide lovers of the US of A. The only song that would soothe my colicky little brother was “You’re A Grand Old Flag.” On long car trips...

Read More

Is Vacation Really Vacation When You Have Kids?

I remember one of the hardest days I had when I first became a parent. It wasn’t watching my little guy get a shot and realizing that the world would hurt him in ways I would be unable to stop. It was the day we took our first family vacation. Let me tell you about vacations BEFORE kids—just to make myself miserable for a second. First of all, we slept in. Because we were the boss of us. After eating a leisurely breakfast, when we went to the beach, it took us five minutes to get ready. We took...

Read More

When Mother’s Day Gets Complicated

This year, Mother’s Day turns 102. Although Anna Jarvis created the holiday in 1908, it wasn’t an official holiday until six years later when Woodrow Wilson signed it into law. It was a day created out of a prayer Anna overheard from her mom, that there be a Memorial Day for mothers to commemorate all they do. And so, two years after her mother’s death, Anna went to work to realize her mom’s hope. It didn’t take long for a simple day with simple intentions to become much more complicated. Just a few years after it had been signed...

Read More

How Parenting Makes Me Insane

Sundays, in our family, are our home maintenance days. It’s the day we do piles of laundry that have accumulated over the week, pick up the stray Legos, put away a clean dishwasher, or load a dirty one, do the grocery shopping and assemble backpacks for the coming week. And by Sunday evening, when my husband and I finally sit on the couch it feels good that 80% of the socks were matched, there are no visible Legos in my line of sight—though my bare feet will certainly find them in the middle of the night—and the kitchen as...

Read More