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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I lost my hair stylist this week.  She is MIA.  I called to change my appointment and they told me she no longer works there.  It sounds corny but I am devastated.  I can't move on yet to a new one or new salon but I desperately need to do something.  We have been through a lot together.  My divorce, my engagement, she did my wedding hair she even knew Tom because we brought Keegan in for a haircut together.  And finally my pregnancy.  We were making a plan to possibly write some legislation together.  This was more than your usual stylist/client relationship.  I am pissed at the salon because they won't tell you anything.  That whole not being able to contact clients thing is asinine.  It's not like I want to go back to them after this so they might as well point me to where she works now.  She has a common name so she is harder for me to find.  She could totally call me.  My name is not common in NH.  And my hyphenated name makes me the only one is the US.  I've feel dumped.  And my roots are crying out for closure!
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