Sunday, January 01, 2006


The other day my boss asked me what my maiden name was and I had to think about it for a second before answering. That evening, I went home and dug out my microbiology text book from tech school and my maiden name was written in the front. I've not been that person for over seven years, and now it's almost strange to think I ever was that person. My identity is so wrapped up in my marriage now that's it's strange to think of a time I wasn't married, that I wasn't Ken's Wife, that I wasn't one half of a pair. Some women complain about it--like they're always someone's wife, someone's mother, someone's daughter and they're never known just for themselves. I say, if you're known only for yourself, doesn't that mean that you're inherently alone? And aren't their husbands, children, and parents also known by some people as so-and-so's husband, kid, and parent? If you're part of a community, you'll always be known in relation to someone else. I think it's something to embrace.


Innuendo said...

I was thinking about YOUR maiden name the other you have any relatives in Pennsylvania?

Kelly said...

my first instinct is to say no, but you know what? I don't know. My dad has nine brothers and sisters, and I don't know much about my paternal grandfather's family, so it's entirely possible. Why do you ask? If it's because you saw a 'wanted' poster with my name on it, I disavow all knowledge of any crimes that occured out of state.

teri said...

I belong to no one. That's why I have adapted and can spend hours in Linens N things for entertainment.

All the things I can accomplish in my life, I have. The rest I have to be blessed with. Maybe someday. :)