Getting What You Always Wanted

Cutting my hair was the one thing I always wanted to do. My thick, long, relaxed hair was my greatest, and only, beauty. Without fail, every time I set foot in a salon, someone would say enviously, “Look at all that thick hair.” My relatives commented that I looked just like my mother. And I…

How Adichie Hooked Me At the Hair Salon

I always hated going to the hair salon. As a little kid, going to the salon meant driving 45 minutes to someone’s trailer that was renovated to look like a salon, staying there all day, and stopping by Dairy Queen on the way home because I’d been deprived of food for several hours. Still, the…

Things I don’t understand

Currently number 1 on the endless list of things I don’t understand is Ferguson. I am confused. I am scared. I am horrified. I amĀ terrified. I’m confused because I don’t have a clear idea of what’s going on. There is no media coverage. Whatever is going on in this city is so bad that the…

The Why

I used to have a “words only” type of blog. I was probably thirteen or fourteen and unsure of what exactly a blog was supposed to be. Now that I’m twenty, I’m still unsure, but I do know that I need a space to express myself, fully and freely. Sometimes your thoughts just take up…