beautiful within, adorned without
For the curly girl, “there’s no such thing as a bad hair day.” That’s what I read in the Curly Girl book, and it sounded too good to be true. My life up until halfway into college had been made up of a series of bad hair days. My hair was always what I called “foofy”—a frightening combination of poofy… Read More
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
