Sunday Confessional

I've decided to not sit on my ass crying any more, and to dispense with the confessions.
My goal for this is that every Sunday I will confess something I am usually too ashamed to talk about, or that I haven't gotten around to yet, or whatever.

I've been depressed the last few days (this isn't the confession) and I wasn't going to do this, because I didn't feel like posting if I couldn't talk about something real. Then I said, Fuck It. I can talk about something real without it being something that makes me weep, and I'm sick of being a prisoner to my computer anyway.

So TAH DAH!
My very first confession. I hope you like it.

My name is Maleah.

Despite what you may read on the internet, Maleah is an Americanized spelling of the Hawaiian name Malia (or Melia- I've seen both), which means Mary.

Back in the day Bing Crosby's brother Bob had a dance band and his daughter, Maleah June, was the singer. (Oddly enough I was also born in June)
My grandmother loved the name, but her first husband wouldn't let her use it, which is why I have an Aunt Marlene.
She told my mother the name and voila! I am Maleah.
I was almost Maleah Wave, but that is another story entirely.

So now you know, and you prolly understand a little better why at first I chose not to use my name. When paired with my last name (maiden or married) I am the only one. Which is really cool when you think about it.

Tags: identity