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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Last Friday when we were leaving the restaurant Keegan noticed a cigarette butt on the ground.

"What's that orange thing mommy?"
"It's a cigarette."
"My daddy had those, he would put them in his mouth and blow out."
"He would kick the soccer ball with me and blow out on those."

Keegan would have been two and a half when he saw this. Kids recognize a lot more than you think they do. And then I had to find a way to explain that cigarettes are bad for you without making him feel badly about his daddy.

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