Research demonstrates that given names can cause lifelong personal issues. Some kids get by with easy names and others, such as myself, have spent our entire lives spelling our names. I grew up with the name Lilice (sounds like Denise) Lesinski (doesn't rhyme with anything, but my dad with his Polish sense of humour, in trying to explain the spelling, used to say "think of sin, think of me").
But what about the nicknames we acquired on the playground or those that stuck with us when an older sibling couldn't pronounce our given moniker? Jayne, another Vancouver blogger recently posted about her playground nickname, Fishy Wishy in a Dishy, a second generation nickname derived from her family members dubbing her "Minnow." My cousin Elena grew up as Nana and my daughter, Elina, is Nonnie. For me it happened in eighth grade, Revlon came out with a lipstick called LeLips. It didn't take long for the boys, conscious of my chatty ways, to change Lilice to LeLips. Anybody want to top that?
Signs that spring may turn into summer: