The Name Game
By jutley • Jan 1st, 2005 • Category: Bare BonesMy female relatives can be as slippery as secret agents. They pop up on my radar, only to blip out again. They use nicknames, aliases, and other sorts of identity tricks. With chameleon-like proclivities, the women in my searches have pushed me to the limits of my skills and over the edge of frustration. Consider the case of my father’s cousin about whom my generation knew virtually nothing.