I have a post over at Not Dabbling in Normal today about my name… Emily
I really didn’t like my name when I was younger. I didn’t want to be different. I wished my name was Mary or Lisa or Karen, really any other name that someone else had. There were just not other Emily’s my age, or very few and I rarely encountered the others. As I got older I grew out of that nonsense and I have been happy to be an Emily. My dad had a bunch of stories he would tell people as my brother and I were growing up.
Head over to NDIN to read the entire post.