What's in a name?
My parents wanted to name one of their children after my grandpa, Dale Roland, so they named me Trista Dale. I was such a tomboy, so having a "boy" middle name was the coolest thing. I was more at home climbing trees, digging up bugs, and playing in the creek, than anything else. And for the better part of my childhood, I lived across the street from my grandparents, so I got to help my Grandpa in his woodworking shop, build snowmen with him on a sheet pan in his living room, play memory with him in matching pinstripe overalls. We were buddies, and he called me Sugardale.