a little (day and) night music.

a little (day and) night music.

Stop for a moment to read my past comments about developing a skincare "regimen" and not really feeling that, simply because I was fine with 1) relying on those African juices; 2) not interrupting my pathway to sleep by stopping in the loo to wash my face before bed; 3) maintaining my general desire to [...]

hair things.

I decided to change up the 'do again. No surprise there. As I mentioned to a friend who remarked about the merry-go-round of styles we as Black women are happy to explore, hair is one of the few things in this crazy life that I can control. (Although I've long believed that my hair, known [...]

it had to happen.

December 2012: after eight months of waiting and impatiently wearing two different hair textures on my head (the relaxed ends and the growing, textured, natural roots), I walked into a salon and big chopped my hair. The smile on my face below should tell you how I felt about my decision. I felt free. At [...]

back to black.

After a year of red hair (which was my third time being a slight redhead), I went back to black--jet black--this weekend. She got colored and also received a much-welcomed shape-up/slight haircut. As much as I love making color changes to my hair, here's the main reason why black wins every single time: Had to [...]