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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Call Me Lefty

I spent the day in a trauma systems conference. It was really interesting. My problem is that I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I know the kinds of things I like but I'm not set on a specific career path. After this past year I'm interested in: emergency medical services (in spare time), nursing, healthcare administration, corporate compliance, FEMA crisis counseling (in spare time), public policy and practice management. I am still considering going back to adolescent behavioral health or community development.
As if I hadn't spent enough time in health stuff today I had a doctor's appt afterwards. At first they were going to do just the consultation but I talked them into doing the surgery tonight. It was a minor procedure to remove a piece of gravel from my elbow that has been there since I was eight. It resurfaced over the years and became very annoying. I always seemed to find a way to bump it during yoga and it would shoot right up my nervous system. The doc had to dig and I don't think he believed it was actually gravel. The nurse joked it was a tooth from some kid biting me and I replied it might be an unformed twin. Lo and behold it was gravel. They offered it to me as a souvenir but I had to pass. Now my arm is starting to hurt so it seems the local is wearing off. Guess I'll stop typing and go have some Chinese.

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