I don't have a common name, and I would dread my first day of school. I thought that once I got a job, people would make more of an effort to spell my name correctly. Now I correct people every time ...

Growing up in Egypt, no one could pronounce my name correctly. Then, when I moved to Canada, people questioned whether it was my real name. Complaining about a name feels like a first-world problem, ...

Growing up, I always dreaded the first day of school. I winced and braced myself as the teacher traveled down the roster. I always knew my name was next when it was introduced with an awkward chuckle ...