Alexandra Citron's poem "Rules of nomenclature" made me think of my names over the years: Andrew Jonathan Shields (birth certificate), Andy (what everybody mostly called me until I was 16), AJ (what my Dad sometimes called me), Snoopy (my nickname in third grade), Little Shields (what my cross-country teammates from my sisters' class called me in seventh to tenth grade), Andrew (what I decided I wanted to be called when my parents and I moved in 1980), Mr. or Dr. or Professor Shields (what my students sometimes call me), and Dad, Daddy, or Dada (what my children call me). I'll keep the sweet names my wife and I use to myself. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 17 April 2026)