I’ve given it some thought, and I suppose that if you’re reading this you are most likely one of three things. A little curious, tremendously bored or a stalker. If you are all three I applaud you for fitting so easily into these stereotypes.
My name, (just like the blog states) is Mara. Google tells me that Mara means ‘bitter’ in Hebrew, ‘grace’ in Hungarian, ‘of the sea’ in Gaelic and is also (apparently) the Slavic ‘goddess of death, winter and harvest’. Google also tells me that my parents didn’t really think it over.
I’m not complaining. So far I’ve managed to get by with a name as ominous as suggesting to split up in a B-grade horror movie.