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Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
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Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
2 pounds ...continue reading

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Is this a sign of the times or what? I keep getting daily hits on a yahoo search for "daddy+was+a+soldier+poem" or variations of that. They must be getting this.
Which I wrote more about the experience of being a "brat." It puts tears in my eyes to see local coverage of the families waiting at home. It brings back the ghost of a feeling, one I haven't felt in years. Right now my father is in Virgina on business. His good friend is doing military commentary for NBC. I can close my eyes and picture them both in uniform. See them as young soldiers and also as older men who survived their own generation's war. My mom told me about anti-war protests back then. How they stormed my father's ROTC building in college. How they did not return to a hero's welcome. How people spat on them. How after all these years my mom still doesn't speak to her cousin who called my dad a "baby killer" at a family reunion. I wait with heavy anticipation the next hours, days, and months of this war.

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