A 30-something, AZ curly mom's adventures creating a hair love affair for myself, my sweet curly girl and my rambunctious curly boy.
I remember the day we found out we were having a baby girl like it was yesterday. I was laying down on the ultrasound table and Eugene (my husband) was standing behind me to the left. I remember Dr. Amaya saying "you're having a girl"!! I can't recall exactly what I said or did in… Continue reading Real Dads Do Curly Hair
Years ago a coworker told me her best friend (who is a curly girl) did not shampoo her hair. I thought it was weird but didn't think much more of it at the time. But I never forgot what I heard. Not too long after I purchased Curly Girl: The Handbook. I learned about the… Continue reading I Stopped Shampooing
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
That is what my sweet girl, age 5, had to say to pre-k friends yesterday and I can't get it out of my head. Before I explain, just know I'm truly getting a mommy's crash course in a lot of "stuff" I'd thought she be exposed to later in life from talks of boyfriends and… Continue reading “Stop touching my hair”
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?
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…”
