Articles by Sarah Smiley
By Sarah Smiley on May 10, 2016, at 5:17 p.m.
My husband, Dustin, is the fun parent. Part of this is because, as the parents of only sons, he more easily identifies with our children and their interests than I do.
By Sarah Smiley on May 03, 2016, at 2:08 p.m.
In a perfect world, people should make room for mid-career reflections and personal goals that do not relate to a profession. But no one should feel entitled to those opportunities in the same way that women can expect what basically amounts to sick leave while they recover from the birth of a child.
By Sarah Smiley on April 26, 2016, at 4:40 p.m.
It’s easy when they are babies, when we can shelter and swaddle them and make everyone wash their hands before they hold them. But soon enough, we have to let them go, and when they come back with a broken heart, ours breaks, too.
By Sarah Smiley on April 19, 2016, at 4:20 p.m.
For years, I blamed Dustin’s forgetfulness on his maleness. Not fair, I know. But the stereotypical image of a husband forgetting his anniversary or wife’s birthday fit so nicely. Maybe they are all like this, I thought.
By Sarah Smiley on April 12, 2016, at 2:10 p.m.
I was genuinely surprised. Last week, at a party for my new book, “Got Here As Soon As I Could,” more people than we expected showed up.
By Sarah Smiley on April 05, 2016, at 12:42 p.m.
I was born during my Navy dad’s first deployment and married my husband promptly after saying I’d never marry anyone in the military. That was six weeks after I graduated from college. So I’ve been at this a long time.
By Sarah Smiley on March 29, 2016, at 3:54 p.m.
I can’t help myself. To me, “surprise” can mean homemade brownies or, “Surprise, we bought you a dog!”
By Sarah Smiley on March 22, 2016, at 4:26 p.m.
I can’t bring my sons to work everyday. I don’t want to bring my sons to work everyday. I want them to be in school, playing Little League and hanging out with their peers. And I promise you, that is OK, because that’s how “family comes first” to me.
By Sarah Smiley on March 15, 2016, at 4:47 p.m.
Sarah Smiley: I am only slightly exaggerating when I say that I probably got whiplash during our first trip down the street. The Subaru bucked and lurched like a bull.
By Sarah Smiley on March 08, 2016, at 4:25 p.m.
How do you tell her that being a mother is like having your heart on the outside of your body?
By Sarah Smiley on March 01, 2016, at 3:16 p.m.
I voluntarily got into a “2-ton killing machine,” according to the driving instructor, and let my child take me for a drive.
By Sarah Smiley on Feb. 23, 2016, at 3:40 p.m.
Have we really become a society in which death is the only agreeable outcome for someone who shares a different opinion than ours?
By Sarah Smiley on Feb. 16, 2016, at 9:53 a.m.
Sarah Smiley: It never mattered what the world threw at me. I knew that in my grandmother’s eyes, I was smart and beautiful, not in the physical sense, but on the inside.
SARAH SMILEY | POLL QUESTION
By Sarah Smiley on Feb. 09, 2016, at 11 a.m.
Sarah Smiley: If women want equality, it’s time they be held to the same standard.
By Sarah Smiley on Feb. 02, 2016, at 3:41 p.m.
Our local Hannaford just debuted online shopping and curbside pickup. I might never go inside a grocery store again.
By Sarah Smiley on Jan. 26, 2016, at 2:13 p.m.
I refer to my firstborn child, Ford, as the “human weed whacker.” As he maneuvers through life’s missteps and hard lessons, each one rising up to smack him in the face, he is simultaneously blazing a convenient, well-trodden path for his siblings behind him. It’s the duty of the oldest …
By Sarah Smiley on Jan. 19, 2016, at 4:22 p.m.
Sarah Smiley: I’ve made food mistakes like this before. … I’ve buttered the wrong side of the waffle. I’ve made chicken nuggets soggy. So I knew what awaited me in the kitchen: absolute anarchy.
By Sarah Smiley on Jan. 12, 2016, at 3:14 p.m.
Some people think that kids, those little human beings with no jobs, bills or other human beings dependent upon them, are too busy for homework.
By Sarah Smiley on Jan. 05, 2016, at 12:30 p.m.
Sarah Smiley: In a sense, I fell in love with Maine that first winter because even as we were snowed in and our roof was leaking, I felt alive and small at the same time.
By Sarah Smiley on Dec. 29, 2015, at 12:17 p.m.
Sarah Smiley: It was so serene. The word that kept coming to mind was “pure.”