“Sally's not my real name. It's not even my nickname. I formally 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 precious, a phase I would soon outgrow. They would never have gone along with it if they didn't honestly believe that ultimately, I would learn to love the graceful, melodic, significant Hebrew name they had carefully chosen for me when I was born, the one on my birth certificate. I never did.”