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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
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High Tide

This infertility journey is harder than I thought. Lately. Although bouyed by actually feeling progress towards our goal. Stress is constant. Go to sleep with it, wake with. Creeps in when I think I am focused on other things. Shots are giving me marathon headaches. Having trouble getting things done. This is not like me. Admitting this to other people is not like me. I feel like I am walking on a beach. The waves keep lapping at my ankles. No matter how fast I run, they still make upward progress.
Talking about it helps, acknowledging it helps. Allowing myself to be in this and not feeling guilty helps. I am one woman. One woman pushing back the ocean. But just in case, I'm also a strong swimmer.

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