In the course of today’s Impromptus, I express admiration for the name Cinnamon Stillwell — she is a journalist, writing in particular about the Middle East. Would you like to hear from the lady herself?

In case you’re wondering, it is indeed the real thing. I’m of that generation of hippie babies born in California in the late 1960s/early ’70s and given names like Forest, Summer, and, well, Cinnamon. Although I wish I could say I were related to Gen. “Vinegar” Joe Stillwell (I get that question a lot), Stillwell is my married name. And as you have noted before, it all flows together rather well, if I say so myself.
Best regards,
Cinnamon
P.S. Some of my friends call me Cinn, although I urge them not to take it literally!

In the past, I’ve said that “Ramesh Ponnuru” and “Michelangelo Signorile” are the two most beautiful names in journalism. (Very, very different views, those guys.) “Cinnamon Stillwell” joins that class.