My mother's name is Wava.  She and I were often at "odds" at every level of emotion... from almost hate growing into one of love and understanding.  When it became... very obvious... from the stacks and piles of papers scattered... full up of the poems, plays, essays.. I had written over some 40 years... when it became time to do something about dealing with my past bumblings. I started to bundle them into books... and then because
I like to name a project... with real names.  I became the first Editor of The Wava Press a subsidiary or Toothpick Factory Enterprises of which I was President. That is what I am... Wava.. down one.