Hold on to your hairpins my lovelies, we are about to embark on the topic of identity crisis. My parents are from the Baby Boomer generation, who taught me that if you did not conform to the norm, than you were the outcast, the black sheep, or the red-headed step child. Oddly enough, I am a red head. So, I suppose that was fitting. I have never been a conformist, and I have always walked to the beat of my own drum.