My mom was a reader. She was a slow reader, but a reader nonetheless. Her favorite book to this day is A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty White. The main Character’s name is Mary Frances Nolan. My mom decided then that my name would be Frances. Well, that didn’t work because my dad didn’t like that name. So anyway, my mom also loved a set of children’s books about a badger named Frances (she is an elementary school teacher), and the badger’s little sister’s name was Gloria. I was named Gloria after the little sister, or I was named after Gloria Estefan if you ask my dad. Gloria means Glory in almost every Romance language. Glory is defined as a state of high honor, brilliant radiant beauty, and an indication of radiant light drawn
Skylar Domonique Clark. I was supposed to named Veola Shyanne after my great great grandmother, she died when I was 8 years old. But my mother her name is Ameka changed my name she thought it was an old name. When I was about 4 or 5 years old I started to have problems with my asthma it stopped me from playing with other kids and me being a kid without me being sick. I had to take steroids for my lungs because they had gotten worse. But a couple of months later my lungs were healed properly but I still had asthma. And a couple of years later I had learned how to ride a bike but let me tell you it was the best time of my life. Even tho my mom was scared to teach me,
My grandmother's name was inspired by her father's mother who was also called Maria and died days before she was born.
"We picked out this baby girl's name when I was pregnant with our first. I met a woman and her dog, and I loved her dog's name. Funny enough, it was the name she had picked out if she had a girl, but she had boys, so she used it for her dog instead. Here we are 3.5 years later, and we are going to use that name for our little girl!"she said 4weeks ago: sheknows.com.
My parents were set on girl names; if I was a girl, my name would be Lauren, after my Grandpa Loren. Thinking of a middle name became a little difficult. My mom’s mom name was MariLee, and my parents wanted to take something from her name. Finally making a decision, they chose to take the “Lee” out as my middle name. Naming a boy would be a little different; my parents wanted the name Dalton. The only reason behind that is because my mom liked the name; I beg to differ.
A name is defined as the verbal or symbolic representation of a person. Aside from acting as what one is referred to, a person’s name gives someone their identity, making them unique and distinguishable. A name can provide insight into a person’s character, behavior, and personality, as well as represent one’s individuality. In literature, an author often chooses the names of his or her characters with purpose; such a name can reflect certain qualities of the character or even enhance their identity. This style is demonstrated in the characters “Granny Weatherall” from “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” by Katherine Anne Porter, “Joy” or “Hulga” in “Good Country People” by Flannery O’Connor, and “Phoenix Jackson” from “A Worn Path” by Eudora
My parents were the boho, beatnicky type and they raised some pretty offbeat children. As a young girl I took a liking to French silent film actress Jeanne Roques. Roques, best known by her stage name Musidora, was a bit of a vamp, much like American actress Theda Bara. When we played with our dolls, I shunned names like Brigitte or Madeline, opting instead to call mine after them. I religiously poured over biographies and included them in my angst filled, adolescent creative writing pieces.
Victoria Alice Layman flows nicely doesn’t it? Well, my parents thought that it did too. I would love to be able to tell you that I was named after my grandmother or an aunt or uncle, but that’s not completely true. Leatha Alice was by mother’s beloved grandmother’s name. They loved her middle name but know they needed a first name for their new little girl. There was only one name in mind Victoria. But what about a nickname everybody had one well I had several.
Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.
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My mother said that she give me the middle name Leigh, because there was really no other name that went well with Bradie. If my dad had had it his way, I name would be Ludmila after
My mom and dad love to bicker about who came up with the idea to name me Miranda. My dad says when he was a teacher he had a wonderful student so he choose Miranda. While my mom following the tradition, she had a list of names that start with “M”. She suggested Molly, Marissa, and Miranda, my dad disliked Molly. I found it funny when I found out what the
My full name is Alyssa May Stanley. When my older sister was about a year old, my mom was rocking her to sleep when she saw a picture frame on the table beside. The brand name was written in the empty frame, “Alyssa”, in curly cursive letters. Ever Since then, she knew that her next daughter would be named Alyssa because of how beautiful it looked written like that and beautiful it sounded spelled like that. And that next daughter was me! The literal meaning of Alyssa is madness, derived from the the flower alyssum that is supposed to heal madness. Many sources said that anyone named Alyssa is logical, though the thought is just an assumption, there is no evidence backing that up.
The poem “Salome” by Carol Ann Duffy is written from the perspective of Salome, a promiscuous woman who is retelling her drunken night. Although it is unclear whom Salome is speaking to, she tells her story using informal, colloquial language, as if conversing to a group of friends. Duffy uses Biblical allusions, which suggest that the speaker can be considered a reflection of the Biblical character Salome, who appears in the New Testament and is infamous for demanding the head of John the Baptist. Although Duffy seems to be retelling the traditional story of Salome, she depicts Salome as a modern figure. The following analysis will explore the Biblical allusions in Duffy’s poem, which help to determine what the poem is about, and moreover will explore how Duffy uses the dramatic monologue to provoke the reader to have sympathy for Salome. I thus contend that Duffy takes the reader into the mind of Salome, a character that has traditionally been portrayed as an evil, amoral woman, in order for the reader to view her from a perspective of sympathy rather than judgment.
My name happens to be unique, and often misunderstood. I am questioned regularly as to whether my parents were hippies, which is completely the opposite of who they are. I share my mother's middle name. My brother shares my father's. My first name has nothing to do with a hippie lifestyle. I was named after the gemstone itself (Amethyst), or more specifically the color of the gemstone (purple). My mother was a huge influence as to what I was named. Purple was her favorite color, and it was the name that both my parents could agree on. While I do go by Amethyst, you will often hear my friends and family call me by my nickname Amy or the random Ames.
Glória is Colonel Coriolano Ribeiro’s concubine and becomes a beautiful monument for the appreciation of the townsfolk. Though we hear very little about Glória’s background, the narrator tells us that the Colonel, a wealthy plantation owner, took the young woman from poverty in another town and installed her in a house the main town square of Ilhéus “right on a street where the best families lived” (99). The Colonel supports her luxuries in exchange for exclusive sexual favors. However, given the Colonel’s excessive jealousy, Glória cannot interact with other men. When the Colonel is away, she is forced to spend most of her time at home watching the life of the town from her window. Her beautiful body in display becomes the object of male gaze and female condemnation: