What’s in a name? Becoming SpongeBob “Sticks and stones will break my bones/ But names will never hurt me.” (An old adage which is a bare-faced lie) When I was barely eight years old and living in Georgetown, Ontario, an earth-shattering upheaval shook my identity to the core: I lost the name my parents..
Up Yer Kilt… Reflections on Robbie Burns Day, January 25…an excerpt from my book titled My Time with You Has Been Short but Very Funny. During my tumultuous childhood, whenever my father would ferociously dress down my mother, a near daily occurrence, he would do so in broad Scots dialect, like a Highlander haranguing..