What’s In A Name?

I believe our names carry weight and great meaning. Many parents take time to think and research or come up with unique names, other times they’ll name their children after people in the Bible or other historical figures. My name is derived from my grandfathers name. 

Chreshnel (I think that’s the spelling) to Keshna. 

Growing up I learned that my middle name Donia, was supposed to be my first name. In the Haitian culture they call you by your middle name. Originally my mom was going to name me Donia – but she forgot until my Godfather reminded her.  So my mom put Donia as my middle name here in the states, and decided to name me Keshna. She got the name from my grandfather. I never got to meet him. 

While my name is fairly unique it took time for me to grow into it and embrace it. It took time for me to even like my name. I remember when I first got a Facebook account, I wanted to see if there was anyone else in the world with a name like mine. I did find someone with Kesh in their name. She told me it meant beautiful hair. 

Donia on the other hand I’m not sure where my mom came up with that name. 

I’m a stickler for people actually getting my name right. Often times people will see the Kes- and they stop reading. So they’ll end up calling me Keisha, Kesha, or any other name but Keshna. 

Then, you have people that decide it’s ok to call you outside of your name, hoe, b!tch, slut, again everything but what on your birth certificate. 

I also think about God naming Adam, and then Adam naming all the animals and so fourth. People’s names have a lot to do with their identities, and their being. 

So I’m curious to know – what’s your name and what does it mean? 



Today I had a conversation with my sister. She’s interested in becoming a makeup and hair artist. I think she’s pretty good. 

Growing up she was bullied – I was too!!! I think just about every child experiences that at some point. 

My sister wants to start a YouTube channel but so many people talk negatively and have so much judgement. Especially the comment section. 

As I began to embrace who I am and love myself, I realize everyone’s opinion doesn’t matter. You have to take it with a grain of salt. 

The only way to be seen an expert is to practice your craft and get really good at the refinement of it. I don’t think my sister had enough positive encouragement growing up. 

For some reason we tend to focus on the things that need improvement so heavily and we forget to celebrate the things we’ve done well. I do believe that criticism has its place. 

To all the beginners out there in their craft, do what you do. Do it well and share your process as you go along. You’ll see the improvement when you look back. 

The Last Sound?

As I came home today I saw someone in a suit at our door step. In the back of my head I already knew what he was there for. It wasn’t a family member it wasn’t a friend. It wasn’t someone dressed in a recognizable uniform either. The only people that come to your house after 5pm in a suit is a sales person. 
Can you guess who was at the door? Life insurance guy. While I’ve spoken on death several times on my blog for some reason I laid my head down to go to bed and death came to mind. So…. I’ve been wanting to answer this question posed by open ideo and  

What’s the last sound you wish to hear before you die? How might we reimagine the end-of-life experience for ourselves and our loved ones?  

Often I’ve heard people say they want to die in their sleep. Others have said they’d prefer a freak accident. (What!?) But to really sit back and think about the sounds you hear day to day –  I’m not quite sure what I’d like to hear last. 

Some people have said they want to have one last conversation with friends and family. It sounds cool to know that you’d be able to have one last conversation but what happens if I don’t get to finish my sentence?  (Can be funny or frightening)

One thing I do enjoy is being awaken by the sounds of birds chirping in the summer time. They sound happy and as if they are singing. I think I’d like to know from my friends what they’d want to hear. 

Agai, I know I’ve talked about death a few times – seems that the older you get the more ways you realize you can die … quicker. I’m all about living a full life but I’m not sure yet what the last sound I’d like to hear. 

I’m going to check out what other people have said but in the mean time what would you like to hear?