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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 Just Once It Should Be All About Me

I feel the need to preface this post: Whenever my friends and family need support, cheerleading or an ear I try my best to be there for them. I find this also be true even if I am going through a difficult time myself. No matter how lost I am in my problems I can be counted on to be there. This is something I pride myself on and I think they can agree that this one of the things that makes them value our relationship.

But I am sick of people trying to hitch themselves to my divorce. It might sound cruel but I don't want to hear how hard this is on anyone else. I don't care. I don't have the capacity to care. I shouldn't have to waste my valuable emotional energy on that. There is only one person on the planet that deserves to hurt more than I do. That is Keegan. Otherwise you have no place to expect me to want to hear about your pain and you certainly can't expect me to comfort you. And another thing, don't put me in the position where I have to justify anything to you. I don't need to explain my choices, feelings or plans. You have no idea what I have been through and what I am facing in the future. Don't try convince me to feel angry when I don't, sad when I am happy or guilty when I am not. And finally, don't ask me if this post is about you. You know darn well if it is. And if it is I don't need any excuses, please just be more sensitive in the future.

Because I like to end on a positive note: Thank you for your loyalty, support and willingness to listen to me. I am beyond grateful. Thank you for telling me I am strong, a good mommy and that Keegan will be okay. Your words always help me push back any creeping doubts or fears.

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