Did you know that in the early 1960s, more than 20,000 Americans a year named their baby girl Lori? The name had a second wind in the early 1970s, a resurgence in which 13,000 more Loris came into existence for each of two consecutive years. I need to ask my Canadian contemporary Loribeth if the trend was true in her country, as well.
Data and image via Randy Olsen presenting his data here.
(As a side note, apparently, Loris tend to be hairdressers and Democrats. Click here for a fascinating video of the evolution of girls’ names.)
Anyway! Through #MicroblogMondays, I met another of the laurel-crowned. Lori Shandle-Fox is a card-carrying, comedienne, blogger, essayist, and author, AND she spells her name the right way. Continue reading The Other Lori
A friend of mine was feeling blue. She asked a group of friends*:
I’m going to have a forty-something birthday soon and I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything significant in my life. Do you guys feel like this?
I thought about it and replied: Continue reading A Meaningful Life
Four Words for Inigo Montoya
My husband and I enjoy watching the Sunday news shows together. We’ve been doing this since early in our marriage when we lived overseas and Meet the Press was one of the few American shows we could get.
Yesterday morning we watched as NJ Governor Chris Christie spoke with George Stephanopolous about issues including the military, social security, law enforcement, immigration, and national security policy: “I’ll continue to have conversations with [Trump] to be able to make all of these things more fulsome.”
Roger wondered if fulsome was the word what he meant to use. We looked it up (yes, we’re those people).
- What Governor Christie might think it means: wholesome.
- What Dictionary.com says it means*: offensive, disgusting, excessively lavish. Probably associated with foul.
We came up with three other words that are often misused. Continue reading I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It Means
I’ve always loved going to the planetarium and exploring the galaxy, the universe. I live in a place with light pollution, but it wasn’t always this way. When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to gaze into the vastness of the night sky. I’d feel so small — infinitesimal — and yet so big and important at the same time.
Scientists tell us there are billions and billions of stars and planets that go out unimaginably far. I look up and I feel my absolute insignificance. I am but a speck of a speck of a speck of a speck. Continue reading Insignificantly Significant