Confession: There is a whole new level of pain and beauty involved in seeing your mother without her hair. It was such pretty hair, long and thick and shining white. I miss it, and I miss the part of her that is not the same without it. The first time she took off her hat […]
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said Let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day. –Patrick Kavanagh […]
Fair tresses man’s imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. —Alexander Pope But surely you see my Lady Out in the garden there Rivaling the glittering sunshine With a glory of golden hair. –Arthur Somervell Her eyes are big moonlit pools of darkness, and silken curls fall over her shoulders. One […]
Confession: I have the coolest, funniest, bravest sister in the world. I talked with her for an hour today, and she had me howling with laughter over her stories of chemo side effects. Later this afternoon, she cut her hair to donate to Wigs for Kids before she loses it. From her I am learning that […]