So many monikers for one silly girl

 I should have seen it coming…

Foreshadowed early on.

I did not like my name.

Ordinary.

Plain.

I wanted a different middle name, so I could go by PJ…mama said daddy SPECIFICALLY chose the middle name, so NO ONE could call me PJ.

Damn.

Eventually, I did change my mind.

I grew into my name.

It works.

Funny thing though…

I also grew into these friendships, where not unlike a pat on the back or a big old hug…another name was slapped on, just like the Hello, my name is sticker!

Now, I am covered with them…all over the place.

More names than Sybil I think…

Darma, then Darma Zanzibar…shortened to DarmaZ, which morphed to DarmazumbaZ, then sunhat and skillet, hot shot, and on and on it goes…

Seems pretty easy, easier by the day…should you see me pass by

Odds would be in your favor…a name you might toss, is indeed mine.

Funny

That.

Oh William, I think perhaps you missed a piece…I’m feelin you, I am, but…

 What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
      By any other name would smell as sweet;
      And for that name which is no part of thee
      Take all myself.

These monikers, slung with affection and humor

so very much a part of thee.

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About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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