Defiantly straight

16 hours. That’s how long I was in my mother’s home for a Thanksgiving visit before I found myself with not one but two different kinds of product in my hair. My limp, straight, ornery hair has been a source of consternation to my mother my whole life, and one day, by God, she will…

The day I realized I was crazy -OR- Dammit, my hair is uneven

Apparently I’m crazy. Or at least I think I am. It all started with a haircut. You see, I got a perfectly wonderful new ‘do from my hairdresser, whom I just love to pieces. (Chase Abston-McGriff at C’est Bon in Crestline, in case you are wondering.) It was a very chic bob with a point…

The power of precipitation

She was almost 99 when she died. Almost. She attributed her longevity to rain. Not watching it. Getting wet in it. As May approaches, I always start thinking of Granny. Her birthday is May 5. She would have been 109 this year. I thought she would live forever. I think she did too, asking me…