AZ mom's adventures creating a curly hair love affair for myself, my sweet curly girl and my rambunctious curly boy.
I've been on my curl journey for a little over two years now. I've prided myself on breaking up with my flat iron since my best friend's wedding and trying new curly hair products every month. Yet, after all this time I had NO idea the most important thing I could for my curly hair… Continue reading My First Curly Cut
It's such a significant rite of passage that it should be one of those moments where you know exactly where you were and what you were doing at the time. Yet, I don't remember exactly how old I was when I got my hair hot combed (straightened) for the first time. High school-ish is probably… Continue reading I Broke Up With My Flat Iron
She did NOT come to play, okay! 🏊🏽♀️ Mia says five weeks of swimming class will not mess up her curls! On Sunday night, I could not find her purple swim cap anywhere. We had just used it at my parents' house on the Fourth of July. I thought it may be hiding in the… Continue reading My Little Mermaid
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”
