My grandma used to love to play with hair! She'd see wispy locks or curls dangling by your ear or your eyelashes and she just couldn't help herself. She'd reach right over and pinch your hair between her fingers and get busy. Twirling the hair back and forth she'd move it behind your ear or… Continue reading The story behind the Carry On song lyrics: Twirling my hair she’d say how pretty and She loved to talk
I remember being handed a little, black plastic comb at just about every school picture day in elementary school. I started kindergarten in 1987. Each kid got their very own comb to use before their picture was taken. Sometimes there'd be a little mirror to look in just before it was your turn. If you… Continue reading Why the comb in my Dad’s pocket reminds me to save money (Part 3)
"Say it...Say it...Angel." The mono toned robotic voice of my Speak & Spell learning toy repeated. "Angel," I said in the backseat of my Aunt Kay's and Uncle Len's mini van as we rolled down the highway heading south. It was August, 1992. I was ten. Our two families were driving all the way to Alabama… Continue reading Three Bad Hair Day Stories: Say it… Feathered on the side? (Part 2)
I remember my grandma Mary Jean floating in her neighbors' pool, stretching her legs out, and saying, "Don't I have pretty feet? I think I have pretty feet. Aren't they pretty?" She was always so proud of her feet and it was a feature she took care of and felt good about on her body.… Continue reading Two Hair Stories: my grandma the beautician and lice in the school library (Part 1)
