Years ago, when I was about to be married, I worked as a lowly media clerk in an advertising agency. One of the partners, a worldly enlightened sort of man, asked me if I was going to change my name. I answered (in front of all the “important” people) that I was considering changing my name to Blanche. Two last names and three kids later, I am still searching to find out who I am and how all the aspects of my life work together.