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Bob the Corgi was just mentioning nicknames and the names we answer to. I always wished for a nickname, but probably spent too much time reminding people that my name was Mary Beth, not Mary, not Mar’, not Beth. So as a result, I’m not a Spike, Spot or other jovial moniker. One boss called me MaryB, actually MaryBB. I sometimes register for things as MaryBG. My brother called me Birdbath growing up, before he could pronounce Mary Beth. Some folks will occasionally call me MB. That works. As does “The Queen” for my more royal roles as quilt show bureaucrat etc. Now it’s probably too late to get a nickname.

What’s worse than not having a nickname is getting not called anything at all. I wear a nametag at work now and customers often check out my name and use it. All too often though, my name is “what goes unsaid.”