My name is Pibby, pronounced like peanut butter, and I’ve been called a noodle all my life.

Self-fulfilling prophecy is the real deal, ladies and gents. I was called Noodle or Noodle Girl since I was old enough for my parents to think to themselves, “damn, that kid’s got some lanky-lookin’ limbs.” They were not wrong. So I grabbed that nickname by the lapels and embraced it. Running like a noodle, eating noodles, using my noodle. Results so far have included an illustrious middle school cross country career, an extra 10 pounds from a deep love of ramen, and a career choice that has let me combine a passion for writing, problem solving, and using that noodle in my noggin. I hope you dig it.

And for anyone out there playing a drinking game at home: noodle.