“My name is Sally. This is the story of my life and what happened to me afterward. Most of it’s true, but you decide for yourself…

Sally's not my real name. It’s not even my nickname. I changed it to Sally when I was three years old, long before it was acceptable, cool even, to change your name just because you felt like it. My parents thought it was adorable, a phase I would soon outgrow. They would never have gone along with it had they not honestly believed that ultimately, I would learn to love the graceful, melodic, significant, Hebrew name they had carefully chosen for me, the name on my birth certificate. I never did.”