Disclaimer: You may have to live in Arizona during the summertime or just open a hot oven door and stand there for several hours without blinking (PLEASE don't) to truly appreciate what I'm about to say because this is a prime example of a heat-induced rant with Twitter fingers. So I'll do just about… Continue reading Not throwing shade…
Meet Asha Curl type 3B. I met this fun-lovin, Seattle-born, track star turned coach, human sports Wikipedia and now mama, in 1998. Ironically, our first encounter was at an all-girls dorm on the campus of The University of Arizona in Tucson. Somehow both of us managed (my mama made me) to live in one of the… Continue reading Curly Connoisseur: Asha
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
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?