I was born with a head full of curly hair. Well, actually, I was bald. But as soon as I got hair, it was snarly and kinky and very ill-behaved. One of my earliest memories was of me sitting on a stool in the bathroom, holding on to the doorknob for dear life so I wouldn’t fall off while my… Read More
Recently a friend remarked casually that she had woken up that morning to find her hair looking wavy and lovely. She didn’t even style or do anything to it before heading off to class.That has never happened to me. I’ve always labored over my hair. Sometimes I loathed it. Sometimes I love it. Thankfully, I’ve found a way to keep… Read More
“Where there’s a wave, there’s a curl,” says Lorraine Massey. And she should know. Not only did she start a group of hair salons that cater to curly heads, but she was the author of the original Curly Girl handbook that began a “curly revolution” among my friends (not to mention the rest of the country!).
It was straight when I was little. Blond and silky straight, falling out of braids and hair ties. Papa told me it was the color of spun gold and I would wrap the strands around my fingers and marvel. People seemed to like gold, according to storybooks, and here I had a whole head of it! Then I turned eleven… Read More
When I was a teenager, I thought hair scrunchies were a girl’s best friend. I had one in every color, to match every outfit…