I was eighteen-years-old when I started getting called “Ma’am.” I was a third-class cadet, having survived the first year at the Coast Guard Academy and arrived at the point where there was a class below me on the totem pole. Now, I am forty-three, and I am often referred to as a girl. When I... Continue Reading →
Changing My Name
I have always liked my name; I think it suits me. It is simple, but not too popular. It’s Biblical, but not archaic. Of course, when I was growing up, my family had a lot of nicknames for me that had nothing to do with my given name. My mother had sweet names of endearment... Continue Reading →