Nobody spells it right. My first wife ordered wedding invitations and spelled my middle name Neil. The invitations had to be reordered. I suppose it was my fault somehow, though I didn't pick the name for myself. I don't even know anybody named Neal. Not that it mattered in the long run. She dumped me …
A push from the mother
When I first learned penmanship from someone, I wrote the sentence that tells my name in crayon on a piece of paper. It looked like I had mixed the first letters of my given and surnames. My mother pronounced the sentence aloud with the incorrect spelling and laughed at me. When I earned a degree …
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Daily writing promptYou're writing your autobiography. What's your opening sentence?View all responses I'm not much but I'm all I think about.
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