A staunch feminist, I always say I was born one. Because I had no real influence or examples at any of the impressionable phases of my life to turn me into one. I had no big life events or tragedies either of a considerable size that would propel the conscientious voice in me to come out in the form it did. Even at the tender age of ten. So let’s say a protest march against anything that seemed remotely unfair came to me naturally.  Continue reading “How I picked my son’s surname”