“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, or even a nickname. I changed it to Sally at three years old, long before it was acceptable, cool even, to change your name on a whim. To my parents it was adorable, a phase to outgrow. Never would they have gone along had they not believed that ultimately, I would learn to love the graceful, melodic, significant, Hebrew name they had carefully chosen, the name on my birth certificate. But I never did.”