From the Daily Writing Prompt: “Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you”
My last name never appealed to me. Whenever I say my last name, my mouth becomes this tainted hole with remnants of nail polish remover lingering inside: pungent, bitter, venomous. Bad memories plant themselves into my mind and expand and fill my head with grey clouds and rain and empty bottles of wine. I concluded only with one thought: expunge my last name from my life. I craved the sunflowers, jazz music, and chocolate ice cream dripping down my arm on a humid day. Thus, “Megan Elizabeth” emerged.
According to Megan 
Names are funny things. When I moved to WI way back when, I started going by my middle name, as I wanted a clean break from the mess of before. Problem was, I didn’t change me overmuch so, new name, same mess.