My hair has reached the crisis point. I think I qualify for a national disaster grant.
Can you guess what’s on the schedule for today? That’s right–my trusty hair-stylist and colorist are riding to the rescue. And it’s none too soon–my hair is in open rebellion and it’s time for the cavalry to show up, bugles blowing, to restore peace and tranquility.
In my family, people either have too much hair, or not enough. There is no happy medium, it seems. My sister Sally and I have a running joke about the way our hair looks when we wake up… Read More »