I received this email this morning. Isn’t email great? It’s so instant.
The faculty met about a week ago and recommended your admission into our PhD program. I will be your initial advisor. You will be getting more information soon. I think you will do very well in our program.
I think I’m dizzy. It’s real. It’s really real.
Now the crazy starts.

I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.











Wow! Congratulations and a dozen yippies to you! That’s awesome.