A Rose By Any Other Name Is Just As Thorny

Most people do not say my name correctly on the first try. Many don’t get it right on the second or third attempt either.

It usually goes something like this:

“Hi, I’m Kiersten.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you, Kerrsten.”
“Oh,” person says, clearly giving up and beginning to think I’m an uptight snot for insisting. “OK.”

Usually, I’m a duck and this is where I let it roll off my back. Every so often though, like a cicada hitting its 17th year, I become uber sensitive to it. I had a choir director named Gordon who would use ever-changing versions of my name except the correct one, and I (fondly) called him on ...

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