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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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A Wrinkle In Time

My new staff member was cleaning out the files in what used to be my office. She found an email I sent Tom on June 3, 2005.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am sad that this is the last week we will ever live together. I will miss seeing and talking to you every day. Although we have had some rough times, we had some really good times too. You've been my friend for 11 years and I will miss that. I can not forget all of the things that we supported each other through and all of the hurdles we tackled as a couple. Thank you for loving me, for taking a leap with me and for giving me Keegan. You are a good guy with a loving heart and I truly wish you a happy life."

His response:
"You will see me...I hope you remember that.
But thank you, I will miss you a lot too. I will also remember the good times that we shared and a piece of my heart will always belong to you. Thank you for giving ME Keegan. You gave me a lot and taught me a lot and I wish you the best also."

This why I needed to see him one last time, why I needed to help with the arrangements, why I needed to speak at his funeral, why I needed to grieve him. And this is also why I am able to continue to build a life for our son. As long as we live, love lives.

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