For many years, I have thought about whether I should change my name. Fisher is an attachment to a father who did very little to actually raise me, and to whom I have not spoken in almost seven years. Carrying that name with me seemed like an insult to the people who did make me the person I am, who kept me alive.
In January, I finally decided that it was time to change my name, and to not just do it professionally, but legally as well. My mother and her parents were the ones who played the largest role in making me who I am. None of what I have and do today would be possible without their love, and I wanted to honor them by taking on their names. I chose to keep my grandfather's first name (Carlton), and to take on my mother's name as my middle name (Jane) and my grandmother's maiden name (Southworth) as my last name.
The legal documents were finalized at the end of April, and I have been in the process of updating my information throughout my world (driver's license, insurance, work, banks, etc.). I am proud to carry the names of my mother and her parents forward for another generation.