I think about the names of the Salem witches most when I’m stuck in traffic or dealing with a passive-aggressive email. They remind me that human nature hasn’t changed much. We still form mobs, we still love a scapegoat, and we still remember the names of the people who refused to back down. Sarah. Rebecca. Martha. John. They’re not just history; they’re a playlist of courage and stubbornness.
So next time you hear a name that sounds old and strange, pause. That person probably had a bad day, a good recipe, and a neighbor who couldn’t mind their own business. Wear your name with the same fire they had—and maybe avoid courtrooms in February.
