In the past year, I’ve happened upon a kind of identity crisis. It is not a question of character, but rather a question of name. What shall I call myself? In the fall, I began the transition from the childhood “Katie,” to my given name, “Mary Kate.” There have been the occasional hiccups of “Kate” along the way, and I seem to be perpetually plagued by the looming presence of “Mary.” As such, my life has become a fractured existence. These names have assumed their own identities—the shift between them supported by my inherent propensity for multiple personalities. This, in part, is what has motivated this blog.
Really, it was inspired by my desire to move into the Museum of Natural History and live out the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. I’ve decided to make that my long-term goal. We’ll see if it ever happens, and if it does, whether it’s Katie, Kate, Mary Kate, or—Heaven help us—Mary who succeeds.
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