AZ mom's adventures creating a curly hair love affair for myself, my sweet curly girl and my rambunctious curly boy.
As a mom, there are more than a few triggers that give me anxiety in the morning related to my kids. Yes, all of the typical things you'd guess are on my list: are they safe during the day, did I dress them properly for the weather (in AZ, did I remember to put on… Continue reading Traveling Mama Tears
Wash day. It's a phrase that most of the curly/natural moms and kids I know dread. No, I'm not talking about the six loads of laundry with pockets full of sand and unidentifiable stains on the clothes the kids just got for Christmas. This is about telling your five-year old's glorious, curly mane that to… Continue reading Wash Day
I'm so excited to introduce you to some of the amazing natural and curly women in my life. We come from different cities, backgrounds and even curl types, but at some point we all began to love our curls and start a courtship with them. Meet Kimberly Curl type 3B. I met this beauty my freshman… Continue reading Curly Connoisseur: Kimberly
Admittedly, I'm a lazy curly girl. Perhaps lazy is not completely true or the right word to use. I have every intention in the morning to co-wash, deep condition and diffuse my hair every other day or so, BUT as the illustrious lady in the news clip/meme so eloquently said "ain't nobody got time for… Continue reading When Hair Imitates Life
I'm not exactly sure when it started, perhaps before college, but for years I associated a professional look with having straight hair. It's not like I thought curls were unprofessional, I just thought people took you more seriously when your hair was not curly. In college, I studied journalism and wanted to be a news anchor.… Continue reading The Professionalism of Curls
My granddaddy is 94 years old. Physically he is still pretty solid and mentally he has the memory of an iPhone 7. He can recall dates/times of exactly where he was overseas during WWII or what was happening the moment he walked to the preacher's house with my grandma to get married, without anyone knowing.… Continue reading Are y’all combing the boy’s hair?
It started out as an innocent invitation to yet another five year old class birthday party. By now, we had the hang of these kiddo parties. Everything from creating homemade birthday cards (save $$ and great practice for PreK writing!) to asking if siblings are allowed. The cool thing about this particular invite was it… Continue reading “Please come with your hair all down…”
Curly Courtship 