“A Rose by Any Other Name”
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Act II Scene II) When my mother married my father, she knew flower names were out. She could not name her daughter Rose, or even Daisy (a family name she had hoped to carry forward) — the flower jokes would be too tedious when combined with her new last name: Budd. She also didn’t want to abandon her maiden name — Higbee — so she kept it as a second middle name. This was not a perfect […]
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