Name Plates


I wander through the gift shop
packed with pointless knick knacks
and tourist traps
until I reach my elder kin.
He’s already holding out his prize,
the metal square printed with the name “Adam.”
First on the shelf, just like every other store,
and I ignore him to begin my own quest.

But as I search, I find that there’s
no space between “Holly” and “Hunter.”
I search the whole shelf, but I should know by now
my search will forever remain

My father guides me to the opposite end
where the inspirational words
sit and gather dust.
And there is my name,
next to “faith”
and under “love.”
There it hides, amongst all the other words
that will never make the name plates.

What will it take for the world to understand
I am not an idea,
but a person?
I suppose you expect me to be satisfied
by frilly Christmas ornaments
or those silly, inscribed stones
that people buy just to cast aside,
never to be seen again.

But I am not just some pretty face
that can be discarded so easily.
I am a person,
a human being,
and I expect to be treated as such.
All I want
is to find a filled slot
right in between “Holly” and “Hunter”
taken up by the name “Hope.”

*(Note: Yes, this is from real life experience and yes, it really does annoy me. If you are reading this and own a gift shop, please make sure to have name plates with a variety of names on them, including uncommon names. And don’t just leave out names like “Hope” and “Faith.” We want name plates too.)

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Today’s Holiday: Namesake Day

March 6, 2016.


Today’s holiday follows a pretty simple concept. All you really have to do is ask your parents or guardians why you were named what you were, or if you already know! Tell someone about it!

My full name, as you know from my bio, is Hope Alexandra Cullers.

If I remember correctly, my mom chose my first name and my dad chose my middle name. My dad suggested that I be named Annabelle, which was the name of my great grandmother on my mom’s side, but my mom refused for some reason.

So, my dad came up with Alexandra. My mom still refused to let it be my first name, but she agreed to it being my middle name.

I wish she would have changed it to Alexandria, though. Alexandria just seems so much more mature and beautiful. Alexandra is nice, but I’d just rather have that extra syllable.

As for my first name, my mom thought of Hope, and my dad immediately agreed.

I don’t know the origin of my last name. I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I really just need to do an in-depth search of my genealogy.

image.jpegI really want to know my genealogy… But that will have to be a goal for the future. Right now, I don’t have the time or knowledge of how to even begin the search.

Today is also a day to contact other people who share your name and just sort of talk to them about it.

So, is there anyone out there named Hope or Alexandra, or who has the last name of Cullers?

I’m not trusting enough of the internet to really commect with you, but go ahead and comment and we can have a nice chat!

imageAnd one more way I thought to celebrate today: look up your name and learn a bit about it! The background, the mythology, the meaning, famous people who share your name… Just whatever your heart desires!

I posted a poem a while back that sort of works today, too! It’s called My Name is Hope. Check it out!

Anyway, that would be all. Sorry to be getting this out so late!

Have a wonderful day of celebration!


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My Name is Hope


Pandora was thankful that I stayed.

The Norse are less kind in how I’m portrayed.

Those of Israel sing the anthem of me.

Snyder’s scale measures my degree.

Emily said that I have feathers.

I spring eternal in Pope’s endeavor.

A beautiful diamond carries my curse.

The swallow symbolizes my rebirth.

I comforted Christian in a Castle of doubt.

At the gates of hell, Dante laid me down.

I am a virtue of the Christian religion.

I’m also a campaign for a politician.

I am the point of the African coast.

I am undoubtedly and forever Hope.

*(Note: Here’s one of the poems I wrote while bored and messing around. It turned out a lot better than I had originally expected… And it was a lot of fun to write. If you ever get the chance, try to write a poem about your name, like this! I swear, it does work for any name, not just names that are also words!)

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