Identity Thief

“Boarding pass and ID, ma’am?”

My heart thuds in my ears. A painful lump forms in my throat. I try to swallow but my mouth is desert dry, my tongue sandpaper that sticks to the roof of my mouth a moment. As I pull out my wallet, the airline attendant behind the kiosk taps her foot and sighs loudly, blowing her platinum-dyed bangs up in a huff. I sift through my ID’s. Who do I want to be today?

Blonde, Cheryl Adams, 35, confident mother of 2? Tall, thin, always on-the-go advertising executive Maria Alvarez? Bohemian, Marly Davis, high-school dropout now playing the role of a…