hi, I’m Sarah

Photograph by Melinda Roth

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with two things: music and babies. I was born in the ’80s and raised by a single mother in southeastern Massachusetts, growing up on Full House, the Spice Girls, and all the boy bands of the ’90s. Music was a constant in my life. I loved to sing and took vocal lessons throughout my childhood. At the same time, I was captivated by pregnancy and childbirth from a young age and always knew, without question, that I would be a mom someday.

In fifth grade, I’d rush home from school to watch A Baby Story on TLC. In college, my best friend and I watched home birth videos long before they became the beautifully stylized films we see today. Tears would stream down my face when the baby was born. I could feel birth’s powerful force, even through a grainy video of strangers.

It was at Berklee College of Music in Boston where I met my husband. Of course, the singer and the piano player found their way to each other. We moved to Los Angeles in 2008, where my career in film and television music began. I spent 15 years as a talent agent representing composers whose work you have almost certainly heard in the background of popular films, television shows, and video games. During that time, I honed my communication and advocacy skills and became known for being warm, kind, and firm.

During those years I became a mom, twice. Like many working parents, the pandemic in 2020 placed a magnifying glass on my life. A shift was happening. I was changing, the world was changing, and how I wanted to show up in it was changing too. I had to be honest with myself: I wasn’t living my passion anymore. There was something bigger, deeper, and more authentic calling me.

It was after the birth of my second baby, a home birth, that the call began to grow impossible to ignore. Birth has long been my favorite thing to learn about, talk about, and hold space for. Long before I pursued this work professionally, I was already “doula-ing” my circle of friends. I sat beside friends through C-section pre-op and recovery, cooked and delivered meals to new mothers in the postpartum haze, and was even invited into the NICU. I became the person friends trusted enough to invite into their most vulnerable spaces, and after my home birth, that calling only grew louder.

The true turning point came when I was asked to support my best friend through the births of her first and third babies, two profoundly powerful, life-changing experiences. Through those births, I learned firsthand just how mysterious and unpredictable birth can be. To truly witness it requires complete surrender and deep presence. Those moments marked the real beginning of my doula training. It was then that I came to understand, deep in my body and soul, that birth holds both life and death, two sides of the same coin, and that I had the capacity to hold space not only for the joy and beauty of birth, but also for the heartbreak, grief, and rawness it can bring.

My own path to motherhood was not a straight line. It was shaped by years of miscarriages, fertility treatments, and heartbreak. I’m intimately familiar with the difficult and often unseen road to parenthood that many families walk. It is my dream to walk alongside families through these tender and transformative thresholds. It is my greatest honor to witness the strength, resilience, and profound identity shift that comes with becoming a parent, what some call matrescence, and what many experience in their own deeply personal way, regardless of gender or path to parenthood.