That’s My Name

For much of my life, I’ve gone by a nickname. Through my teens I was “Silky” for obscure reasons I don’t even remember. But it had something to do with the famous horse, Silky Sullivan, and something to do with my older brother being called Silky when he was a pretty good young pitcher. But mostly it had to do with me not wanting to be called “Deb” or “Debbie.” I hated it. I still hate it.