When my daughter was born her hair was like spider silk. It couldn’t be combed or styled, just smoothed down in a rough dome shape. By the time she turned one, her hair wasn’t thick enough to hold even the…
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Bad Hair Life
At some point in my childhood I decided to Take Charge of my appearance. No more sweaty mud-stained corduroys. I began first with my hair. For the formative years it was a straight (or slightly crooked) bowl cut. Standard…
