Ever wish you had a different name? I should preface this with the fact that I do love my name . . . I’ve always liked it and the fact that God chose to give me the personality to fit was very gracious. I enjoy telling people “Yes, my parents were hippies. You can still catch my mom burning incense and my dad’s album stash is very visible in the living room.” However, there are days when a different name would feel refreshing. Or maybe it’s not even a name change but the excuse it would give to be different. For example, I have a good friend named Mariah. Her name just sounds good rolling ... Read the Post