My maiden name was Mack...like the trucks...My first initial is "S" so in high school my friends often called me "smack". It doesn't have anything to do with any seedy drug or masochistic tendencies. It's probably one of the more pedestrian reasons to be called Smack, but I liked it. It suited me at the time - all fast energy and a quick smile. In the (many) years since 1986 (Woo Hoo, Class of '86 ROCKS!) I've missed having a nickname. There's a certain comfort in having a name only certain people call you...My parents called me Kididdle-hopper or Cinder-Sara when I was little, in high school I was Smack and as a grown up I have been called mom, honey, Sadie...but nothing that evokes the same individualism as Smack. Hence, the masthead title.
Scripture says that God has a new name for each of us...I wonder what mine is?
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