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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Little Black Cloud

I spent the morning cultivating this dark cloud and grumpiness. Try as I might I keep getting cheered up. Keegan was in an awesome mood this morning. My friends always have the ability to make me feel better either by doing something directly to me or relaying good things that are happening for them. Some lingering things at work are being accomplished. My co-workers are perky. People I have phone calls out to are calling back and saying "yes" when I resigned myself to them responding "no." Oh phooey.
I spent lunch time working on my Harvard application, requesting transcripts and trying to squeeze all the things I want to tell them into less than 500 words. Am I so lame that my resume and transcripts always make me feel good? I like looking back over the last decade and seeing my professional and academic journey laid out in a nice little document. They really should allow you some place to chronical the personal stuff. Shouldn't you get extra points for raising a child and carving out a single life all without losing it? I wish they had an interview component, I always loved interviews. Oooh or a presentation with powerpoints. Holy crap I have turned into my father. The last step before turning in the application is choosing the one course I would like to take. So many options, all so interesting. How do I pick when any of them could be completely amazing? Of course in the back of my mind I am trying to not get too excited in case this summer isn't my year to go.
See there I go ruining my foul mood. Damn half full.

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