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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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The Morning After

I am sure you looked over at Erika's site and have seen the news. I am not going to tell any of her story because that for her to do when she is ready. I was down in Boston from 11 am Thurs to 3:30pm yesterday. I didn't really sleep the whole time except dozing off in the chairs in the waiting room. After Jay came down to share the news and pictures after Sammy was born I was completely overwhelmed. Jay's mom had to come hold me because I was crying so hard. I have not felt that kind of relief and joy since Keegan was born. I spent the rest of the day with Erika in her room. Later I alternately read a book and watched her and Jay sleep. I thought about how much I love them and how important they are in my life. I wished for the thousandth time that I could carry some of the emotional burden for them.
I left the hospital around 3:30 to get back up here in time to pickup Keegan. Jeff had driven over and was waiting at the house. After Keegan went to sleep we ate dinner and talked on the couch and then I showered and went to bed. I cried again before falling asleep. I must have been running on pure adrenaline because I didn't have any caffeine or sugar the whole time. It felt good to be able to let go and sleep.

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