Call me Maggie. It's not the name my parents chose. Not exactly. They named me Margaret after my grandmother, a sweet-faced, white-haired woman who wore support hose. The name fit her. For short, they called me Peggy after a sister of a sister-in-law, perky and popular. The name fit. Her. My parents doomed me to a life of forever explaining how Peggy is short for Margaret. The same way Dick is short for Richard, only less phallic. My family name is Mitchell. So I was doomed to a life of fo...