Posted by
cathleen carr on Feb 17, 2010 in
Ritual |
18 comments
Just as my gut told me to get married, it also told me to keep my name. When a good friend of mine was getting married, I asked her if she was going to change her name. She said, “I like my name. Why would I change it?” Fair point. But tradition, with its unending stockpiles of guilt, weighs heavily in my mind ALL the time. So, while I didn’t take my...