Who is TC?

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There’s been at least one blogger and lots of personal friends, online and off, who’s asked me what my initials stand for. Which got me to wondering about myself. I’m sure many of you have wondered about yourselves too. And you’ve probably done what I’ve done out of curiosity. Of course this gives us no true meaning of who we really are, and when I offer my name “TC Conner” to new friends it’s not meaningful to them either. Nor is your name meaningful to me.

I’m going to reveal my full name within the next several minutes, see if it answers the question: Who is TC Conner?

Most of us named our children before they arrived. My wife and I did very little research, or put much forethought into the names we chose; two boys and two girls, four names chosen based on the sex of each child, and the names of our parents and/or siblings.

When you think about your name, does it tell you anything about your sentient being? My answer is no, other than something used as evidence of my existence, my name means nothing; it’s just 17 letters of the alphabet.

I asked my mother about my name, her answer wasn’t significant, she’s no longer with us so I can’t ask her again. I wanted to know why she chose my name.  Maybe she saw it in a Names for Boys list somewhere, home computers didn’t exist so I know she didn’t see it online. I never thought about asking my father, and now he’s gone too so it’s impossible to know if he came up with it. I associate my name with names for girls, not boys. That’s always bothered me a little, not in a bad way, in a way that makes me wonder if Mom was hoping for another girl.

I have a terrible memory, especially when it comes to remembering the name of a new acquaintance. I’d much rather know what that person’s favorite song is and then use a name of my own choosing. I’ve often thought about changing my name, but haven’t taken myself seriously, yet. I would probably choose “L&N” for my new name.

When you give someone your name are you giving them nothing more than letters?

Here are my 17 letters: Terry Carson Conner.

Who is he?

Maybe I'm Lavandula
Maybe I’m Lavandula




In the fall…

I have to stop thinking of my youngest daughter as my youngest daughter. She’s 18, and I should be allowing her to venture out more on her own, without wanting to know where she’s goin, how long she’ll be there, and when she’ll be home each and every time she walks out the door.


It’s probably good to know where she’s at, but once she leaves for college in the fall how will I know where she’s at then? I know she’ll be attending Slippery Rock University, and I know that’s in Slippery Rock, PA. But how am I to know where she’ll be when she’s not in class, or even if she’s going to class?

Meghan2How am I supposed to train myself not to text her every hour to see if she’ll reply and let me know where she’s at and what she’s doing?

I think about her leaving for college and I begin to wish that I could rewind our lives and go back to the time when she was so shy that she’d hide behind my leg when a friend or relative spoke to her. Back to when she used that gibberish toddler language that nobody but her older brother, mother or father could understand. Back in time to the days when I held her and rocked her to sleep, or comforted her after a mishap or when she had a tummy ache. Back when she was my little bo bo, when she’d say her name was nuh nuh nuh, making everyone wonder how she came up with three syllables and that unique pronunciation of her first name.


I have to stop thinking that Meghan needs protected from everything that’s out there. But there sure is a lot of harmful stuff out there. Isn’t there? Or is it just a father’s imagination that the world is just too big for his little baby girl?