Growing up, I didn’t care for my first name. It’s kind of hard to say (is it “Den—eese” or “Duh---neese”?) and I just don’t think I look like a Denise, whatever that is. I may have gotten over it more quickly had I married a man with the last name Duckworth, but that didn’t work out for me. (The best part about my married name? You can’t Google me—it’s too common of a word, even if it’s an uncommon name.)
But here are two reasons I like my name now:
1) When someone says “Denise”, I know they are talking to me. Kyla even shouts my name, instead of “Mama” when she’s trying to find me.
2) I’m fast but lousy typist, so when I mis-type my name, it’s usually pretty funny. Here’s usual ones:
- Denies
- Dense
- Denose (my poor, poor schnooze)
- Demise
(Any shot that barely shows my nose is a good picture!)
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