My mother had her hair done every Friday at nine o’clock for thirty years, same chair, same girl. Mama passed last June. I kept meaning to call the salon, and I kept not doing it. A year it took me…
For as long as I can remember, my mother was a woman of unwavering routines. She believed that predictability wasn’t boring; it was a necessary framework that kept the chaos of the …
My mother had her hair done every Friday at nine o’clock for thirty years, same chair, same girl. Mama passed last June. I kept meaning to call the salon, and I kept not doing it. A year it took me… Read More