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.
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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Takeoffs & Landings

Most of the time I enjoy the travel part of my job. But this last trip I didn't want to go. I left the kids and Jeff behind grilling and playing in the yard. I wanted so much to stay with my family. But off I went and it was actually a good two days. I learned a lot and made some great connections. I was not able to see Andra because I really needed to go to dinner and smooze. Fortunately she understands these things and wasn't offended. I am sure to see her the next time I go down there in August. I got back last night around 8pm and snuggled on the couch. I swear airplanes kill brain cells because I always feel out of step the next day. This morning I forgot the kids' lunches and had to go home and retrieve them and go back to school. So I was late for my conference and I hate missing the pre-agenda coffee chats.
No travel for two more weeks when we leave for Alaska. We'll have a few days on our own before my conference starts. It is basically pre-season there so a lot of things are unavailable. But we'll rent a car, drive up to Denali and stay there. That is where I will spread Tom's ashes. We'll actually take a helicopter and land on a glacier. He would have absolutely wanted it that way. I want to get him as close as possible since he never realized his dream of climbing McKinley. I have been dreading this trip. It was making me stressed out and I cried just thinking about what that moment is going to be like. But I decided to re-frame it in my mind. Instead of thinking about it as sad and another goodbye. I think of it as a good thing, carrying out his wishes, setting him free. Because most of all he wanted to be free. And it's working because now I can talk about with positive language and smile. I am sure to cry when we're there actually letting him go but I won't be nearly the wreck I was imagining.

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