I think it’s important to love one’s name. I definitely do, so much so that there was no way I could bear taking x’s last name despite the prospect of children. (Not to mention foresight!)
Fortunately, when my Spanish Basque grandfather and grandmother immigrated here, they changed their last name from Yrusta to Justis (in reference to a sign for a justice of the peace.) To be sure, my beloved father was the epitome of justice. With my deep connection to him and like-mindedness, this was a perfect name for me. Ever evolving, fierce and feminine, I stand and work for justice.
