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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Today has been a tough day. There is no joy in it being Friday for me. Keegan had an unexplainably fussy night so I didn't get much solid sleep. I keep thinking I will eventually get use to it but I haven't yet. I woke up with a huge migraine. Keegan shrieked intermittently all morning as I tried to get us ready for our day. I dropped him at daycare where he instantly became smiley and lovey to everyone but me. What's up with that? I try not to take it personally, but it makes me wonder. Thank goodness for the free coffee this morning during my contracts training or I would be even worse off. The pain killers have taken the edge off the headache but I still feel weird. And it would be great if I could hear in my left ear. It has been over a week of that and this hacking cough. I'm tired. I am finding it hard to make decisions and gather energy to do all of things I must. I must keep planning my life. I must figure out how I am going to live without my marriage. I have to keep doing all the regular life things too. I need to figure how to stop thinking of things that make me want to burst into tears in public.

PS Nevermind the 450 comment spam I got hit with last night.

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