I look in the mirror and see my face, my eyes. It’s surprisingly uncomfortable. I speak the name: “Beverley.” But before I can go any further a thought pops into my head. “Why do those three syllables always sound like an order? Why does that name always make me stand to attention and assume the guilt position?” Beverley. It looks harmless enough when written down. … [Read more...] about What’s in a name? A story of self-acceptance