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What’s in a name? Well, if you’re talking book titles…a lot. Some of us have that special something when it comes to titling our books and well, some of us don’t. I fall in the don’t category, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Eventually, my editors are going to run out of nice ways to say, “That title sucks dirty sweat socks.”

Luckily for the reading world at large, I’m perfectly happy to have my editors do their titling magic on my books. However, I’ve had the privilege of coming up with some pretty important names, if not on my own – at least with lots of my influence. For instance, our children…though if you could have heard my grandmother after we named our son, you would have thought his name sucked dirty sweat socks. It doesn’t. It’s fabulous. It’s his. He likes it, which for a teenager is no small thing, you know?

But recently, I had to come up with another name – what my grandchildren would call me. I always sort of assumed it would be Grandma, but my mom is Grandma and I kind of like how my m-i-l gets called Banoi by my kids (Vietnamese for grandma on the dad’s side of the family). Since our oldest daughter is expecting her first child and our first grandchild this summer, the name thing became important.

I opted for the Italian word for Grandmother because I just love it. Nonna. My husband is taking on his deceased grandfather’s title (Pops), one of the most influential people during his growing years and a very special man who dh loved very much.

What’s in a name? For me…for dh…maybe a little bit of history, maybe more than a little emotion and definitely a sense of rightness. When it is right.

So, what did you call your grandparents and what do your kids (if you have any) call theirs?