My parents named me for a street in San Francisco. My mother says she didn’t know how to spell it, so she guessed. My father says they gave me a more feminine spelling, ending in an “er” instead of an “or.” Both of these stories are true. My mother insists on her account of events as much as my father insists on his. This is how it is in my family – every one has their own take, their own way to account for a series of events. To my mother, most things are accidents. To my father, they are deliberate, conscious, and controlled. Either way, you can't find my name on key chains at Disneyland.

-Tayler, Raleigh, NC