My niece is pregnant, waiting for the new little person to shape and mold. But he or she (perhaps she knows which, I do not — not that it matters so much any more…), will need a distinctive name, and pronto.
I love words in general, and names specifically, so I can’t stop thinking about this. I started to notice that a lot of names I might like to give to a baby are already on cars.
Ranger (my favorite)
Insight (a little abstract)
Jolie, don’t worry; I have more.
At the Lincoln Memorial (where she quickly found the typo in the Second Inaugural — love that!) 7 December 2013
My niece, Jolie Hicks, 25, has just visited Washington for a few days. She is delightful. I feared (appropriately) not being an adequate role model, not doing enough interesting and meaningful activities, not listening enough, sharing thoughts and questions. All of those fears I still bear, but she is completely charming, open, aware but not worried, physically beautiful without effort. It was heaven.
At the National Portrait Gallery, again with Abraham Lincoln (and James Madison, I think, looking on)