Don’t Call Me Ishmael

Johnny Jump-upsLet’s name names.

More specifically, female names.

Curiously, these are names for other things.

Like flowers.

Gems.

Food.

Animals.

And so forth.

For centuries—unlike boys—girls have been named nouns.

In-te-res-ting.

Take the months of the year, for instance.

April.

May.

June.

Or flowers.

Lily.

Iris.

Violet.

Viola.

Rose.

Daisy.

Some old-timey names are still in use today.

Faith.

Hope.

Charity.

Grace.

Joy.

Then there’s the gems.

Ruby.

Opal.

Pearl.

Beryl.

Nouns, every last one of them.

Penny.

Crystal.

Angel.

Food plays a part in all this as well.

Olive.

Ginger.

Brandy.

Cookie.

Cherry.

Pepper.

And nature, too.

 

Sunny.

Sandy.

Stormy.

Star.

Dawn.

Even a couple of states.

Dakota.

Virginia.

And then there’s animals.

Birdie.

Bunny.

Kitty.

As for boys…

Rock.

Colt.

Hunter.

That’s just to name a few.

That’s Mason.

Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.

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