My dilemma is about Christmas cards. I am separated from my husband of 25 years, and while it’s mostly amicable, I feel ...
After years of near silence, I now refuse to let people butcher my name just because it's "too hard" for them to say.Courtesy of Nishtha Chaudhary. My grandfather gave me a unique name that now ...
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I hated my last name growing up but still didn't change it when I married. Now, my kids have it, too.
In my predominantly Italian hometown of Staten Island, New York, you were Irish if your last name didn't end in a vowel. And if you weren't Irish, you were other. I fell squarely into that category.
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