Our family is a conglomeration of sounds. There's the run of the mill Nana, but we also have Deeta's, Dita's, Mare Mare's, juniors, Big Danny's, and little ones. Hell, we even knew a Goober, a stuttering John, and a Gaggi (don't ask). Our identities were crafted by baby talk and of names mispronounced by too-small… Continue reading Identity: What’s in a Name?
Self, Told. 