Her Umbrella Winter 2015 / Issue 2


Her Umbrella is a women's digital, lifestyle magazine dedicated to creating a life outside the lines. Published quarterly during the changing of the seasons, you'll find a bohemian, free-spirited style woven throughout its pages. Every woman has an umbrella with a variety of likes, dislikes, stories and memories hidden underneath. And we're looking to uncover them. Our winter issue features some heart-hitting stories and festive features intertwined without rhyme or reason. We've nixed the rules and forewent table of contents and the like to be a freer, more unmatched way of exploring. Enjoy!


Never LosingA Piece



CHILDREN. There were rules. It had to be strong, it couldn?t be

shortened into something with less of an elegance and they needed

to be able to imagine us as adults, using them without imagining the

cutesy baby we once were. And me, well, my name was just a few

eye rolls away from being ?Rose.? Thankfully my dad was partial to

Grace and here I sit with a name that, growing up, I seemed to only

share with the elderly ladies that checked us out at Sear?s.

I?m very attached to it. And not just my first. I?m the only one

of my parents?three children with a legal middle name. My brother

and sister received middle names only after the process of their

Catholic confirmation. But me, I was given one as soon as I rang the

doorbell to life. My middle name is Lynne, yes with an ?e,? after one

of my mom?s bestest of buds. It?s got a hint of my southern roots but

it?s also a play on Graceland that most people that can make the

phonetic connection find clever. And then there?s my last name:

Fleming. It may not be the prettiest, the most eloquent, it may not

roll off the tongue with ease and it may sound like a noise made

during the deepest, darkest hours of a winter cold when said with

an accent but it?s mine. And just because I decided to get married

and share a life, a home and a family with my husband, that decision

never made my name any less a part of me.

So I chose to keep it intact. But I did add my husband?s last

name to the roster, more for our future children?s benefit than my

own, making it a bit longer, a bit more pretentious and instantly

labeling myself as one of those ?evil? feminist by every sigh of a

conservative passerby. Of course, this is my own experience with

my new, hyphenated identifier, and I?m sure all women that have

chosen to tack on instead of delete haven?t experienced the second

guessing, judgment and snotty commentating that I have. But I?m

also quite sure that fellow forgoers of the age-old tradition of

taking on the man?s last name have too felt the panic and

frustration that runs through my blood when someone questions

the spelling, the ?dash? and the length of my legal name.


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