My pal Toni McIntyre has an excellent essay in the latest Wilderness House Literary Review.  Here’s a taste:

My Aunt Helen wasn’t related to me biologically. She was my grand- mother’s childhood friend. My sister Helen shares no DNA with my moth- er’s beloved Aunt Helen, but still Mom loves to talk about how similar the two of them are. She believes that in naming my sister after her aunt, there was an alchemic effect that endowed my sister with the personality traits of her aunt. Many of us believe in something similar. We want to believe in it. We revel in those moments of discovered similarities between the older relative and the namesake. We are triumphant, for we have discovered a kind of immortality.