- From an early age, I knew I didn't want to take my husband's last name when I got married.
- I broke the promise to myself in my first marriage, but vowed to keep my last name when I divorced.
- My husband doesn't mind it, and it's surprising to me how judgmental other people are.
When I was 14, in 1969, my mother won the raffle at her women's club, and when the monthly newsletter arrived in the mail, a picture showed her proudly wearing her prize, a caramel-colored mink stole. The caption, however, did not print her name.