My maiden name is Waddell. As a child the name caused me a lot of unhappiness. Children would call out “Waddle, waddle, quack, quack.” Many duck jokes and references were made at my expense. I cried a lot. It seems silly now. As an elementary school child, it was hurtful.
Fast forward to three years ago when God called me to be a writer. I felt driven to journey for the first time by myself across two bridges to get toContinue reading “On Being an Odd Duck”