What's in a Name?

Three white geese waddling.

My pilates teacher calls me "Angela." It took me a while to figure out she was talking to me and now it's too late to tell her my real name. Actually, I'm starting to like it. I think I'll change my name to Angela Chantalle and move to Toulouse and raise dairy goats with a border collie named Spike, my own lake, and three geese named Athos, Aramis and Porthos. There will be a vineyard nearby, cared for by a one-eyed man with a mysterious past. I'll name my lake Eustancia. I've always wanted a lake named Eustancia. I'll concoct delicate herb cheeses and sell them to Europe's finest restaurants and cultivate a reputation for eccentricity. Do drop in if you're in the neighborhood!

Amanda Barusch

Amanda Barusch has worked as a janitor, exotic dancer, editor, and college professor. She lives in the American West, where she spends as much time as possible on dirt paths. She has an abiding disdain for boundaries and adores ambiguity. Amanda has published eight books of non-fiction, a few poems, and a growing number of short stories. Aging Angry is her first work of creative non-fiction. She uses magical realism to explore deep truths of the human experience in this rapidly changing world.

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