I possess a multitude of names.
My mother’s maiden name, my step-father’s name, my ̶f̶i̶r̶s̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶’̶s̶ son’s name, my favorite husband’s name — and that’s without counting that I legally changed my first name (why yes, I do have rather a long, complicated paper trail to deal with my names, but that’s a story of its own.)
There’s one name I never claimed. Wulff. My Dad’s name.
A name I never wanted, but now, years after my Dad’s death, it resonates with me.
German in origin, meaning son of Wolfgang. Loosley translated, Wolfgang, means “wolf battle.” If nothing…