I am probably in the middle of a mid-life crisis. I have been working on pension plans for almost half my life. That is a lot of numbers for someone who is a slight bit dyslexic. Summer of 2016, I began my first class in pursuit of my MLS. And I love it. Now I find myself more than half way to the finish line and getting impatient for this next chapter to begin.

So by day I am an English major who does math/pension  while drinking coffee with too much cream and sugar but also hot tea if the mood strikes me. By night I am a teenage raising,  school work doing, why is there always laundry, yes I will take a glass of wine, wonder woman.