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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Sometimes I dream about being single again. You know picking out really feminine sheets and a comforter. Shopping for groceries and cooking with only my own tastes in mind. Or picking up and moving anywhere. Maybe completely changing careers and doing something really risky. I haven't lived on my own for eight years. I haven't lived on my own income for eight years. Honestly I pride myself on being really capable but I haven't a clue what we pay out in bills. I gave over that job willingly. Maybe I just need reassurance that I could stand on my own again if I needed to.
It's funny because you spend your single life looking to be a couple. Then you find the other half and build your life together. Somewhere along in that life you think back to before. Who was I then? Am I the same person that drew this person to me? I am the same person who was drawn to them? How do you keep from being defined solely by your connection to them? Someone's wife, someone's mother, someone.
Maybe you reflect on what brought you here. Remind yourself of the choices. The road taken, the lessons learned, the rewards. Knowing you did it for the right reasons. That you'd do it again nevermind the outcome.
So you journal. You fight to keep the entries true to yourself and not a reflection of what you think others want to read. Every once in while you go back and read what you wrote a year ago, a month ago, last week. There it is in the words. The how, what and why of you.

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