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.
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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Half Empty

So I'm back to being unemployed and without a vacation to use as an excuse. I looked for jobs today but didn't find anything feasible. I saw a position in my field that had a good location and good hours. The problem was it is an "intense therapeutic environment" and I know what that means. It means teens with mental illnesses or behavioral problems. Which ultimately means the very real possibility of having to restrain them. That doesn't bother me, heck, I did it for 3 years. But not while pregnant. I promised myself when I finally got pregnant I wouldn't do any work that might be dangerous. But all the jobs I've seen openings for are for that kind of work.
That leaves the idea of working outside the field. I don't have a clue where to start. I was grocery shopping and they were hiring. I briefly thought it might be cool and non-stressful to do that for a while. Then my mom reminded me that standing for long periods of time are not a good idea while pregnant. And I am only going to get bigger from here on out.
Back to square one.
And I wouldn't mind so much. But even though I will get extended unemployment benefits, the money ain't great. And up until now I have always defined myself by what I do. It's my reason for being; to contribute, to help people help themselves, to make an impact on my community. And my best friend is embarking on this exciting, albeit scary, new chapter in her life. My day consists of being pregnant, planning dinner and scrubbing toothpaste debris off the sink.
C'mon it was about time for one of my pity parties wasn't it? I keep looking and waiting for that next opportunity to drop into my life.

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