The truth of matter was, stories were everything and everything was stories.

Everybody told stories.

It was a way of seeing who they were in the world.

It was their understanding of themselves.

Well, I was supposed to be named Daniel or Danielle when they found out that my mom was pregnant.

But just a month after she found out, she says she had a dream, and the dream went like this.

She was walking through a desert.

And she came to a big black stone building.

It looked like a church, but immediately when she saw it,

she knew it wasn't a church.

So she went to the back of the building and there was a graveyard.

And she came to the first tombstone and it said in big letters, Suleme and in small letters, Anderson.

And she says she put her hand on the grave and felt like this woman was in some way significant or important.

Then she looked to see the birth and the death date,

but everything went blurry because my dad was waking her up to go to his tennis game.

The first thing she said to him was, we're going to have a daughter and her name's going to be Sulameh.

After my mom had the dream of her. The first thing she said to him was, we're going to have a daughter and her name's going to be Sulame.

After my mom had the dream, my parents did a lot of research on it.

I mean, the closest thing that we could find was Salome, which is that slutty chick in the Bible, who wanted John the Baptist's head on a platter.

But there was another Salome who went to Jesus' grave with Mary Magdalene.

Apparently in Aramaic the U and the A were interchangeable,

so it's quite possible that it could have been Sulame.

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