Better, perhaps, an exposé … Whether we admit to it or not, we all have alter egos … some are superheroes, some are movie stars, some are serial killers … some drive big trucks in the dead of winter to punish bad drivers … whatever fantasy we might hold near and so very dear that others seldom are privy to it … we have them. For me, it is Alberta Fountainbleu. She has been with me for decades and I would not have it any other way. Kathleen is an Irish-Caribbean American teacher living in current time. Alberta is an African-American lounge singer, an ex-patriot living in the Paris of the 1930s. She left the US because of all the racial struggles and the inability to sing in clubs in Manhattan because of it. In Paris, she thrives. Kathleen, so I am told, isn’t ready for prime time but Alberta sings with great soul and passion. Both of my people love to sing “Summertime” and you never know which one will bring it out. If it is Alberta, honey, she will turn it out … if it is Kath, you will go out. While K still dresses as she did at 14, Alberta is stunning in beaded designer dresses and tiaras with feathers on them. K wears no makeup but Alberta is finely appointed. Kath couldn’t crawl atop a Steinway to save her life but Alberta glides to it like a dove to a magnolia branch. They are very different these two … one born in 1943, the other in 1910. They are sisters through and through. Neither could nor would wish to exist without the other. If you can, please share that alter ego who lives in you. We would love to know your better or lesser half. Be brave. Only my besties know of Alberta … now, you do, too. Please bring it on.