AZ mom's adventures creating a curly hair love affair for myself, my sweet curly girl and my rambunctious curly boy.
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…
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
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?
Curly Courtship 