My name is…well, what IS my name?
Spammers think it’s CLARE. That’s who they write to when they email me. CLARE. If this CLARE took spammers up on half the stuff she’s been offered she’d have a walk-in closet full of Viagra and Xanax, a $21 million dollar inheritance and some really fun porn. Yes, CLARE’s a lucky girl.
But my name isn’t CLARE.
CASSANDRA is another way common name I’m called. In Greek mythology CASSANDRA was given the gift of prophecy, but no one believed her. That was her punishment for rebuffing Apollo’s advances. Oh, those ancient Greeks! They were complicated folks.
Now, some would say that I do have a little bit of the gift of prophecy. Even when no one believes me. And at a quick glance, you MIGHT mistake my last name, “Cassara,” for it…but, my name’s not CASSANDRA.
The other day, someone called me CLARA. That name reminds me of Clara Barton, a Civil War nurse. I know about her because when I was a girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I read all about Clara Barton. But my name’s not CLARA.
Hardly anyone names their daughter CAROL any more, but it was popular in the 1950s and memorialized by Neil Sedaka in his song, Oh! Carol.
Rumor has it my mother named me after Carole Lombard, only my name has no “e.”
Regardless, it’s pronounced the same, and, it’s my name.
Feel free to use it any time you like.