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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
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In Which I Realize That I Am A Grownup

Right now I am supposed to be eating breakfast and waiting for my leadership program to begin. But I am not in DC. I am in my cube in NH. I made the decision not to go on Sunday. Originally I had planned on flying out last night and flying back on Wednesday morning. There are two two things that factored into my decision.
1. Sammy's surgery was moved to today. And even though I will be up here and not in the hospital I feel better being only an hour away.
2. Keegan is having a hard time. The switching back and forth so much last week and this weekend took it's toll. He had difficult transitions and was stressed. Other people may not have been able to tell but I'm his momma. I know him and I know when he isn't right. Since I got him back on Sunday he has been doing much bettter and is not anxious any more. I know I made the right choice.

Up until three years ago I would have put my professional life first. I would have made decisions solely based on the opportunity to learn and the path to moving up. While I still would have loved to go and I certainly am invested in my career, family comes first. People who need me come first. The lessons of surviving my divorce are not lost on me.

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