My Dad died last month. My heart is broken. I was blessed with an amazing father. I miss him so much, but in a strange way I feel closer to him than ever. I loved representing my father’s side of the family. And I believe I did a pretty good job of it.
But, After 50 years with one name, I’m ready for a new one. It’s time to honor
my mother and her side of the family. And so, I’ve created a pen name, Pia Lulu Stone. The name reflects where I’ve been headed for a long time. It may have been the right name all along.
Pia is artistic, and bold, and loves with all of her heart. Lulu is fun with a diverse network of friends. And Stone represents a connection to the earth. A departure from living
inside my head building businesses that earn billions, to connecting with mother earth. To eating food straight from the ground instead of at 4-star restaurants. To walking barefoot instead of in 4 inch stilettos.
Stone grounds Pia who has a tendency to fly off in a million directions, a new idea every
morning.
How exactly do you become someone new? Is this a passing midlife crisis? Will a new name help me change my behavior?
All I know is looking at it, I love it.
