I made the decision to straighten my hair. Only now do I realize that by perming my hair I had to keep chasing away the new growth like a hungry stray dog. It told the truth about me; I was nappy.
A Cautionary Tale
So it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve laid down some observations, a little thing called brain drain from a particularly grueling to-do list at work has led to a slow down of my opinion pieces, but today I witnessed something ‘special’, a white girl running her hand through a black woman’s locs (aka …
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