Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here
She has an alter ego. Actually, she has several.
She fluttered around the house a few days ago, wrapped in pink and purple scarves and various fashion tidbits never meant to co-exist. She had removed her splints (the molded plastic braces that help her walk and provide support to her ankles) and proceeded to skip across the floor. One of her scarves was dragging dangerously close to her feet so I advised caution.
“Jordan, you shouldn’t be dancing without your splints. You might trip.”
She cast her eyes down, lifted her chin, cocked her head and elevated her voice to a very high, sweetened pitch.
“I’m not Jordan. I’m Princess Arroya.” (more…)



