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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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For Peanut

I want to write you a poem.
I want to write you a book.
Fill the pages with words dripping with how I feel about you.
But how do you say everything?
How do I get you to believe I wanted you from before I knew you could exist?
Because when the others kept saying it couldn't be done.
I knew I could love you enough to make you real.

And now you are here.
I can carry you inside me.
Not only in my heart, but better yet, inside the deepest part of what makes me a woman.

The greatest gift I have ever been given.
Until the day we meet.
When eveything I was before will blend with everything you'll become.
Hurry and grow,
grow closer to that moment.

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