I was teased constantly when I was a child. A lot of it was my name (last name). My looks came in for a lot of sneering comment too. (only blond in a mediterrianian neighborhood) I identify with people who have been teased or persecuted unfairly.
I named my son with names he could change around. He had his choice of many abbreviations. He chose one. He hated the nickname I called him when he was small, but I wasn't really aware of it until later.
I am comfortable with my name now, as long as I don't mention my middle one. Um, must amend that. I have different first names now. Marta and Marty. Either one is fine.
WHEEE!
Library Journal just listed "Weaver" in Best Mysteries of 2003!
Grabien, Deborah. The Weaver and the Factory Maid. Thomas Dunne Bks: St. Martin's. ISBN 0-312-31422-1. $22.95.
This charming cozy, the first in a new series revolving around British folk ballads, incorporates mostly unseen but quite often "felt" spirits in an old English cottage. Out of the ordinary. (LJ 10/1/03)
Go Deb, it's your birthday. Or something.
Dude, I'm thirty and I have a trophy wife. Woo hoo.
HOORAY! Dancing dancing dancing!
HOORAY! Dancing dancing dancing!
I feel like Homer Simpson. "YES! In your FACE, Publishers Weekly!"
DEB!!!!!!!
Right the fuck ON!!!!!!!
(doing the Happy Happy Joy Joy "Fuck Off And Die Publishers Weekly" Dance)
