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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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An Original

On the way home from school:

K: I made up a song today. It's called Hard Knock Life.
M: That is already a song. It's from Annie.
K: Oh yeah, with the orphanage.
M: (Starts singing the chorus.)
K: Mine is about how I don't know how to talk yet.
M: Isn't that what Jeff sang to Harper this morning?
K: Oh yeah.

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