
Call Me by the Name I Chose
Edgar was the name given to me. Bong was the name of home. Legs was the name of belonging. Ned was the name I chose, and the life I built around it.
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Edgar was the name given to me. Bong was the name of home. Legs was the name of belonging. Ned was the name I chose, and the life I built around it.

My mother wanted me to become a doctor. Decades later, a hospital speaking engagement helped me understand that her dream was never only about a profession, but about care, dignity, service, and a meaningful life.

After 30 years in international media, early retirement brought freedom but also exposed a quieter grief: the loss of title, hierarchy, belonging, and a familiar identity. A reflection on power distance, reinvention, and learning to stand without an institution.