Our intriguing, perplexing, awesome, mind-boggling, revolutionary, interesting, and life-changing relationship/journey began when I was 11 years old. This was when my mother took me to my first hair salon. It was owned by a Ghanaian woman who ran the salon from her apartment. I was terrified. No surprise there. If you know anything about me so far, …
How Queens Attend Galas.
By now, I'm sure you've seen photos of Queen Lupita at the 2016 Met Gala. Oh, you haven't? Why not? No, we won't go there. I'm here to help. Right? Are you still breathing? Let's look at one more, shall we? If you look to the left of Lupita, that's actor Nate Parker in the background, …
calling all big heads.
Let's get right to it, shall we? For most of my days on this planet, I've been reminded by my mother about how this thing that sits on my neck nearly cost her her life. If you have a large coconut, I'm sure you've heard similar stories from your mom. And lest you think Mom …
A Crochet Story.
Did she learn to crochet, those who don't know me may wonder? No, dear ones: the girl who failed Home Economics in the seventh grade (true story) became the same woman who drove home in tears a few years ago after a sewing class. So when it comes to anything having to do with a …
she’s back.
Is it safe to say that I'm quite happy to have my hair back? I think so. Since saying farewell to the braids a few days ago, I've re-entered the world of twist outs and Bantu knot outs, as evidenced above. Viva la petite (and growing!) fro.
Protective Styles and the Impatient Naturalista.
I can patiently wait in line for tickets to see a Broadway show. I can patiently wait in line at the grocery store. (Especially when IÂ have literally one item and the woman in front of me has 26, even though we're in the 12 items or less lane.) I can patiently wait to meet the …
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Summertime, and the Cutting is Easy…
It was going to happen eventually. My longing for change would be manifested via my hair, and that's exactly what happened. Without further ado... I cut my hair. What what? Yes, after making promises to myself that after my cut in January 2014, I would just grow it out patiently and see where it took …
The Unibrow.
When I was 15 years old, my love of words helped me to decipher an interesting conversation going on around me. Picture it, 1994, a suburban high school: a 15 year-old sophomore is sitting in her Sports and Entertaining Marketing Class. She is sitting quietly, which is how she is able to hear the following, paraphrased conversation: …
This Square Peg. 