Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Love Me Anyways

Sidewalk graffiti, La Brea Blvd.

A girl I went to high school with in Atlanta had a thick brown braid, about two inches across, that she wore down her back. I always wanted a braid like it and have the thick hair but could never get it to grow that long. Or maybe it's that as it grows longer and longer, it feels like more of an encumbrance than a crown of glory. I cut my hair today from quite a bit past my shoulders to just above. It was the longest I'd let my hair grow since the last millenium when married to my college sweetheart and living in Nashville, Tennessee after which (both the marriage and the city) I wore it the shortest I'd ever dared and moved to New York City. While I enjoyed the don't give a flying foo-foo about how I look mentality it took in this millenium to let it get as long as it did until this morning, I felt increasingly -- let's say -- haggard. How much can I possibly write about my hair without resorting to tired cliches about age and sexuality and what the hell has happened to me and where are you tonight, sweet Marie?  The tiny, wonderful hairdresser used a flat iron and a blowdryer on it, so I look a tad Barbra Streisandish (and not in a good way), but overall, it feels good. I think when I let it dry naturally (as I don't own a flat iron or blowdryer and plan on never doing so), I might hitch a ride in a convertible Mercedes like the one the girl with the brown braid drove in Atlanta and take off for my next destination.

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.


  1. I wanted to see a photo of the new hair. Mine is short and gray and requires very little effort on my part which is what I like. Take care woman and thank you for your comments.

  2. Strangely enough I ran into a woman in the river valley on the weekend and when she turned to say she thought she knew me, I thought it was you. She looked like you. Turns out it was my old Jungian psychologist. She's not old, but old in that I no longer see her. It was surreal.

    1. I really like the idea of having a Jungian psychologist doppelganger in another country. I KNEW you and I were connected in mysterious ways!

  3. I can't wait to see a photo!

  4. I've always thought you have fabulous hair, any way you slice it.

  5. There was a girl in my high school with a long braid like that. Laura. Mine never wold grow that long either.

  6. Your high school girl reminds me of the World of Pentecost girls that I went to school with. Long hair that had never, ever been cut. I had short spiked hair and I was envious of their hair, I found out later that they were jealous of my hair. The problem with my hair is it grows out rather than down and I look like a freak.



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