After I married, my mother-in-law and I had the same name, although the spellings were slightly different. She: Gerry. Me: Geri. That’s where the similarity ended. She was slender, blonde, and elegant. I was chunky, dark haired and decidedly inelegant. She was cautious and dressed conservatively. I took risks and dressed on this side of flamboyant. She was a woman of few words. Not I. She didn’t like to spend money. I love to.