Who am I?

This is a loaded question...

I am a second generation American and a native expatriate. I am underpaid, under-educated and I have a hard time comprehending why a decent paying job has eluded me for so many years.
I am an aspiring writer. I use several pseudonyms because I believe they give me an air of mystery. The more pseudonyms, the bigger the mystery.

I have yet to be published, but my hopes are high. I recently received an offer for my work to be published in a reputable publication entitled “Common Mistakes Aspiring Writers Make.” I am very excited.

In my spare time, I raise two boys who are seven- and eight-years-old. They have single-handedly contributed to my declining health. My doctors tell me I may recover when my children move out; even then, it’s questionable. Unfortunately, my doctors have given me another sixty years to live, unless I get hit by a bus or run with scissors. Until recently, the doctors have done everything they could to make me more comfortable, and for that, I am grateful.

I have received several awards. Unfortunately, Mother of the Year has eluded me. This may be the fault of my seven-year-old, Michael. When he asked if he could drive my car because he was a big boy, I believed him. Had he stayed within the lines, we never would have been pulled over. 
Then, Child Protective Services got involved for no apparent reason. But, I am a driven individual and I do not give up easily. My eight-year-old and I have discussed his mistake, and I am confident, this will be my year.