For this unplanned blog, my number one goal was finding a catchy identity so I dug into my past for a story that helped play up my name, Ellen Lynn. After divorce, I was obsessed with identity. I'd had enough of juggling last names, so I focused on what I deemed to be unfaltering and utterly me.
Below is the story in all it's middle school glory.
I finally offered him this gem: "The first syllable of my first name is the initial of my middle name." There! Go figure that out!
He considered it and with the confidence of any 13 year-old who is totally unsure of his answer, and asked, "L?"
I was not yet sarcastic enough to offer him a cookie.
But that was not good enough. See, I'd caved once so he plied me again and again for my middle name until I said, "Fine! The second syllable of my first name is my middle name!"
This time, after he sounded it out, there was no uncertainty.
There was no hesitation.
This time the full power of junior high orneriness came erupting forth as he proclaimed, "YOUR MOTHER STUTTERED WHEN SHE NAMED YOU!"
I was horrified! What a mean thing to say! So I didn't tell my mom this story until I was a senior in high school.
When I did, she laughed and laughed until she had tears in her eyes.