I had an adorable post about my granddaughter Coraline written in my head tonight. It was a story of persistence and gender-bending and irony. But before I write another word, I need to know the answer to this question: Why do people keep posting this on my Facebook wall and sending it to me in private messages? Why me? It's not bad enough I was born with red hair, but I have to be a writer too? You know who you are .... all of you!