Books by Sarah Robinson

02/27/2026

Everytime she sees me smiling in the mirror or taking a selfie, she also looks at herself in the mirror and tells me i look so beautiful and how she is also so beautiful, and I don’t hear the religious trauma voice in the back of my head whispering “don’t be vain, don’t be self obsessed, only show humility and subservience, don’t be perceived or take attention,” because now all I hear is a little girl who watched their mother actively love herself and learned to love herself too because of it.

02/27/2026

This year, the audacity is going to be loud 🌈 Proud to be part of the Board of Directors ❤️🫶 And even more proud of all the people in this room I so deeply love and who’ve shown up for me, this community, and our world again and again. Truly incredible (super gay) humans.

02/24/2026

I licked it so it’s mine 🥰🤣

02/22/2026

Weekends when you’re a mom look like toddler naps and elementary school basketball games ❤️🤗

02/20/2026

Listen to discussions between myself and Dr. Rebecca Resnik on Cultivating Excellence discussing how to be resilient in parenting a child with medical trauma and chronic medical issues, and how to attune to children in these circumstances to increase secure attachment 🫶

Listen here: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6yCwuuREgjffQz2G7nDY90?si=e7giITTPRJm71M-kEx2NnQ

02/15/2026

Check out the full length recording of my television appearance last week talking about the process of writing and publishing as a q***r author with TV's host Ellen Meny on DC News Now Loving Living Local's Beltway Book Club!

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02/14/2026

Happy First Valentine’s Day from the son who joyfully funky danced through our vows, the youngest daughter who just shouted “uppies” on repeat though the readings, the eldest daughter who told both of them to stop or she’d put them in timeout, and the two moms who loved every moment of their loud, happy, authentic-to-us “I dos.”

My favorite memory? When we kissed at the end and I heard the children loud whispering to each other, “you’re my brother now!” “And you’re my sister!” and then they hugged each other and raced to see who could get to the cake first.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

02/10/2026

What a wonderful time being featured on television’s Living Local After Dark’s Beltway Book Club segment hosted by the incredible ! It’s so fantastic to talk about le***an romance novels and my first venture into non-fiction with my upcoming August release on how to heal from religious trauma titled Healing Sacred Wounds by ! Check out the segment tonight or the full clip online tomorrow. ❤️🌈📚

02/08/2026

Two years from the day we met, we said “I do.” The joy I feel is so incredibly immense, but it’s also so…quiet. It’s gentle, it’s full, and it’s a feeling of coming home. There’s none of the tension, eggshells, anxiety that I’ve been used to in relationships—just softness and warmth. It feels like the first time I’ve ever gotten to live unmasked. She has given me my life back—she’s given me a future. For the first time, I can picture growing old, and I feel wholly loved and seen in a way I’ve never let anyone in to do before.

And within all of that joy, there’s an unexpected other emotion that’s enveloped me this weekend—incredible grief. Deep, deep sorrow has my heart in its grips as I think back on the 30+ years I wasn’t able to be myself, and that I felt I had to hide my identity to be loved and accepted. Thirty years of denying my q***rness to try and be who my family wanted me to be, who I believed I was supposed to be because of religion, and never feeling like I was enough. Knowing that if I ever wanted to be my true self, I’d lose my entire family and previous life that I fought so hard to conform to. I remember hearing people say “my wife” when I was younger and loving the sound of it in a way I couldn’t understand. I remember everytime I had to say “my husband” and I felt like an imposter putting on a mask.

It makes sense to me that incredible joy lives so easily beside incredible grief. That’s one of the special parts of being human—being able to hold multiple realities all at the same time in the expansiveness that is the human heart.

For any q***r folx out there who haven’t gotten to be your full self or haven’t been able to picture growing old or haven’t gotten to be embraced and loved for the unmasked version of you—I’m holding you in my heart and sending you love. I’m asking you to hold on a little longer because there’s a happy ending for us. The country might not feel like it right now, but love always prevails eventually. Joy always lives beside grief. Our future always lives with a shadow of our past.

Two years ago, I met the love of my life and I didn’t even know she’d be the one to change everything. I do, I do, I forever do. ❤️

02/08/2026

Gay families be like 🌈

Kids come first, and finding friendship after divorce is a beautiful thing ❤️

***an ***rmoms

02/07/2026

Left work early and got married 💃

02/06/2026

Super honored to be able to give back to my community in this way, and grateful to the Board for electing me 🥹 Being part of the q***r scene in DC has been life changing for me and made me realize I could find family in those who aren’t blood related to me. It’s filled me up, held me up, and brought me the greatest chosen family I can ever imagine in folx like and so many more ❤️ I found my future wife (t-minus 3 hours until I can call her my wife) here. This is home.

Thank you for letting me serve. I can’t wait for DC Pride 2026! 🌈