Summer, spring, fall, or winter. Regardless of the season, whenever I go home to visit my mom’s question is always the same.
“When are you going to fix your hair,” she always asks.
Newsflash! It is fixed. I washed and I wore it, therefore it is fixed. I often ponder the generation divide over natural hair. It seems to be narrowing but my own mom is still not a fan.
Since my childhood, she’s always worn a short cut. So since she wants to say my hair is not fixed, here she is for all of you to see. My mother, Alice. Let’s keep the fact that she made it onto Hair Say between us in cyber space.
In her defense … my hair was indeed looking like it hadn’t been fixed on Thanksgiving.