I was born into the name Strong.
Quite the name to live up to.
Growing up I was lanky and skinny,
So, kids would make fun of me and say I was the opposite:
Weak.
Physically I didn’t live up to the namesake,
And emotionally it was not much different.
I cried a lot.
My mother would always tell me to grab a tissue and stop.
But the tears flowed…read more