name change

When I started college I went from Linda ( a name I never liked) to Lyn. My hometown friends still call me by my given name. And my mom finds it difficult to call me anything else, all these many years later. Though she does try.

When Alexander was about six, I officially changed his last name from his father's last name to mine. When I told Alexander I was making the change, I also added, "Now is the time if you'd like to change anything else about your name." He asked then if I could officially change him from Alexander to Mew, his favorite Pokémon character at the time. When I later told him he was now named Mew, he was not happy. 

Today I go to have my hair colored. My colorist, Lyo, has moved to a new place. I'd follow her anywhere.

Before leaving, the receptionist hands me Lyo's card.  "That's all right," I say. "I have all of Lyo's contact information."  

"No, take it," the receptionist says. "Lyo's not Lyo anymore. She's Lico; it's easier to pronounce."

Lico is the most talented colorist (and head masseuse) around. She can call herself anything she wants and she'd still be my favorite.