Before March 4th, 2006, I would have told you that I hated the name. It used to remind me of an old woman who had tanned too much in her lifetime and whose leathery skin sagged heavily. Who wore too much costume jewelry and sequined clothing.
But on March 4th, my cousin named her newborn daughter
Stella Christine, and now I think it's beautiful. Go figure, huh?
"He wanted the chair; the antique chair; the antique, wingback, Cusack chair!"