More Than a Name
“I don’t mean to sound prideful, but my name ACTUALLY MEANS something in this town.” I cringed inside as her words rolled out. They landed flat in front of me as I nodded my head numbly in reply. Gently, I steered the conversation in another direction, but her admission hung densely in the air like the humidity of August and I remembered when I wanted that to be true for me. I wanted to be somebody. I wanted a name that meant something, a name that carried weight and commanded respect. I spent years gathering grades, awards, and degrees as…