My Hair

You either love it or you hate it

Photo is of Rudy Huxtable NOT the author by Amandine Blanc on flickr

The hair whisperer

When we were kids, our mom took care of our hair. She had it down to a science. She knew it like the back of her hand.

She even felt her hands possessed magic.

“When your father cuts your hair, it doesn’t grow. You see when I cut it . . . how fast it grows back ”