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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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50 Pills

Another ride on the confidence rollercoaster. I was nervous until I got to class. Professors were friendly, funny and interesting. Up. Then we introduced ourselves. Down. I am not exaggerating when I say that of the 33 students all but five of them are doctors. So it's a PhD student, three law degrees concurrent with MPH students and me. Down. We get into an ethical question. The class is actively participating and I actually have the guts to speak. Up. The professor says that what is say is true and a good point. Up. Up. We get into the next ethical question. I am one of few who selects option A. Down. I am asked to explain my answer. Down. We finish the discussion and it is clear that answer A is wrong. Down. Down. I kick myself for not shutting up while I am ahead. I imagine that everyone is wondering how I got into the class. Down.
And really many people said things that were disputed and I certainly didn't stand out as wrong but that is not how it feels at the time. On the positive side, I have the whole getting there, parking and walking to class thing down. And I don't mind the crappy go and then slam on the brakes drivers that make Boston famous because I know it is only for a month. Keegan is with Tom tonight so I took my time going home, stopped by the grocery store and did chores. Now it's read, shower and bed. I'm boring already.

The first ethical dilemma:

You are chief of a ward with 100 patients. 50 of these patients need 2 pills to survive. One pill does not help them. 50 of these patients need 1 pill to survive. You have 50 pills. You can’t get more. Who should get the pills? On what basis should they be chosen?

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