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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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Boo

Yesterday Keegan had a Halloween parade but I didn't get to go because I had a meeting at the exact same time. I picked him up after school and we zipped home to light the jack-o-lantern and put out the treats. He ate supper while I manned the door. When Jeff came home we got Keegan back into costume and Jeff took door duty while we went out. We are fortunate that living in a townhouse community little kids don't have far to walk. Keegan was really excited about going door to door. As we turned the first corner I was struck with deja vu and I missed Tom terribly and tears filled my eyes. We had both taken Keegan last year through this same neighborhood. We were supposed to be doing it together this year. I think Keegan missed him too. Maybe he has some shadow memory of last year. Because after we finished the street which he clearly enjoyed, we came home and he was one sad little boy in the bathtub and when getting ready for bed. We talked about daddy and hugged. And today at school they said he seemed tired and sad. We see the grief counselor next week and hopefully that will give him a chance to talk it out more. I also think he is adjusting to being back home and daylight savings time. I think that perhaps the holidays will always be hard.

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