Here's the flier for a photography show I'll be part of in May:
It's seems strange to be referred to on this poster by my last name - a name I got by way of my second ex-husband, and kept. I appropriated this name because I liked it and it seemed to suit me, but it's not really mine. My last name is something I use, but it doesn't really feel like me.
I've had four last names in my life, and none, but the first, have ever really belonged to me. And the first one wasn't mine for long. I am nameless. Which is one of the reasons why Hilary Who suits me so well.