People have always told me not to change my name. Some insisted that they liked it: Bich, a Vietnamese name, given to me in Saigon, where I was born and where the name is quite ordinary. When my ...

I've always loved my last name, but decided to take my husband's when we got married. A decade into my marriage, I still missed my maiden name and decided to hyphenate. My husband supported my ...

When I divorced, I kept my last name to remain connected to my son. After my ex-husband married a woman with a similar name, I wanted to change mine. Instead of going back to my maiden name, I went ...

You might recognize my name—my byline, as we writers say, seizing this shard of shoptalk as our consolation prize for earning far less than we ever dreamed we would. You might not recognize my name.

You might recognize my name—my byline, as we writers say, seizing this shard of shoptalk as our consolation prize for earning far less than we ever dreamed we would. You might not recognize my name.