As a young girl, I wanted to be an archaeologist – digging up long-buried civilizations and piecing their stories together from the artifacts. Somewhere along the path to adulthood, I became lost. Buried under the strata of insecurities, familial duties, regrets. I now find myself armed with a pen (figuratively speaking) and a raging mid-life crisis as I slowly and carefully brush away layers of dust to rediscover the lost Melisa and tell my own stories.