The Cutoff Point

My hair reached critical mass. Well, it reached it a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t appointment time yet. My loyalty to a great stylist who works in another state means scheduling haircuts way in advance. Some stylists don’t cut a curly girl’s mop differently than straight locks. The poor results: the dreaded frizz triangle….

Talking with Your Scissors

It cascaded down, a whimsy contained in the wavy brown curls. But a heaviness crept in and it spent more time tied back, tucked under a hat, twisted into a bun, anything but loose. The day I approached the equivalent of a pioneer-era religious conservative’s hairstyle, it was a wake-up call. My neck was tired…