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I never liked my name. The formal version, Cynthia, sounded too pretentious; the nickname, Cindy, too cutesy. But now, at middle age, I am embracing both names. They mean "of the moon," or "goddess of the moon." I have always found myself in awe of our earth's companion, the moon. Moonlight is comforting, mysterious and ever-so-slightly exciting. My favorite movie scene is from Moonstruck when "Raymond" opens wide the drape and is bathed in the light of "Cosmo's" moon, while the other, more inhibited or grieving characters view it through lace or slats. I want to live my life opening wide the drape and soaking in the mystery of this life.