The last time that artificial hair color (aside from some pink spray on stuff I used for an event) touched my hair was June of 2013. Sooo.... it's been a year! I've been meaning to write a little something about it. To commemorate the anniversary seemed only right after spending so much of my writing… Continue reading Gray hair don’t care: One year later
Some call it platinum!
A few weeks ago I mentioned to a friend I rarely see that I was letting my hair grow out. I text him a photo and called myself Storm, which is what my co-workers had been calling me. He replied, "No. You're Rogue." I started typing back "buzzkill" but decided to Google Rogue first. My… Continue reading Going Gray: Super Heroine to Villainess
I absolutely despise dyeing my hair. I will be 43 in six months, which will mean that at some point during that year there will have been 30 years of chemicals poured onto my poor head. That can’t be good, can it? But it’s not just about the chemicals at this point; the truth is… Continue reading To go gray or not to…wait, what is the question?
I sat in the semi-crowded train a few days ago, oblivious to the people around me, trying to send a text before we went underground. Text message sent, still above ground, I looked up and realized that people were staring in my direction. I looked down, and I saw my cleavage. Feeling a bit of discomfort… Continue reading Love letter to my body
I rarely wear my hair in its natural partly curly, partly wavy, state. I can never rely on how it will turn out. I don't have the beautiful kind of curls and waves that my sisters have, but I know that when it's straight, I have other people envy. But this morning, after a night… Continue reading WE are all more beautiful than we think, you better ask somebody