I always had the strange notion that things got crossed up when I was born. Either I was supposed to go someplace else, or I was supposed to be a boy. I was the only girl in a family of seven boys, four older and three younger. Maybe it was just as well that my parents had boys because they had an odd preference for biblical names beginning with J. My brothers were Jesse, Jared, Joshua, Joseph, Jacob, Joel, and Jeremy. Fortunately for me, though, when I was born Mom and Dad decided to drop the biblical J routine and named me Susan instead of Jezabel or something equally as bad.