I wish I knew.
All I know is, it's my middle name. My father wanted a boy he could call "Richard," but he got me, instead. So he made up a middle name for me. He was always making up names for people. Believe me, I'm lucky my middle name is something as normal as Recada!
So when I started blogging, I decided that's who I'd be. Angela Recada. It's the only thing that's mine alone. It's me. It's the only time I'm not someone who carries a last name from a father, or uses a last name received through marriage. Just me.
It reflects the me who is reaching for the stars.
It reflects the me who is reaching for the stars.
It reflects the me who is moving forward, running with enthusiasm, with open arms and an open heart, toward anything and everything that interests me.
It reflects the silly me. The me who laughs more and tries to find a bit of joy in every day. The me who's not afraid anymore to play, and try new things, and make mistakes
But, if by some chance "recada" means something in another language, would you please tell me? I mean, especially if it means something bad. I'd hate to think my middle name means something like "poopie pants," or worse.
:0)
But, if by some chance "recada" means something in another language, would you please tell me? I mean, especially if it means something bad. I'd hate to think my middle name means something like "poopie pants," or worse.
:0)
