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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
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I Wish You Would Put Yourself In My Suitcase

Bad blogger, bad, bad blogger.

I wish I could recite posts and then they would magically be turned into actual text and show up here. I think of all kinds of things I want to write about when I am on the move. By the time I get to sit still I am burnt and have already purged on twitter or facebook. I love my social media tools like I never knew possible.

Life is good. Hectic, challenging but good. This past weekend I went to Austin for the weekend (annual fake sorority reunion). I tell you it did not occur to me until the morning of that it was really dumb to go all that way only for three days (a day and half not including travel). What can you do at that point anyway? I drove down to Mass and parked at a friend's so we would not have to pay for airport parking. We caught the commuter rail (barely), switched to the T, switched lines on the T and grabbed the shuttle to the terminal. It doesn't sound easy but it really was. It helps that I had an old pro guiding me the whole way. We flew to Houston and then to Austin. I won't go into the entire events. But suffice to say we had an awesome time. It was lots of girl time, a little bit of drinking (okay medium drinking), some eating, a boatload (Titanic) of laughing and a really great way to get refreshed on life. I love that we have that shared history from college and now through our years becoming grownups. Marriages, divorces, never been marriages, babies, difficulty making babies, grief and cancer. We are just as bound as were as young women. And we could not be more different. As an example we went out for Tex-Mex and not a single one of us had the same dish. We all had margaritas though.

And I got to touch my first fake boobies. Right after a yummy breakfast of french toast. It just seemed like the right way to start off the day. If you can't share in the celebration of your friend's survival after a double mastectomy then there is something wrong with this world. I'm not going to lie to you, they felt good. I was really surprised by that. But I cannot garner sympathy for the fact that she really doesn't have to wear a bra because they don't move even when she jumps up and down. Dare to dream of going braless.

We had to get up at the crack of dawn Sunday to leave for the airport and spent almost the whole day getting back home. It was worth it. Another reminder of how amazing those women are and how lucky we are. And what a colossal poop I am that one of them lives an hour away and we only see each other a couple times a year (usually flying to somewhere else). In my defense we both have kids and babies to juggle. I resolve to be less of a poop.

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