In my grade school pictures, I am the girl with
short and crooked bangs, thanks to my father’s
hair cutting skills. When I was in the 8th grade
our mother let a cousin practice her new
beauty school skills on my younger sister and I.
We went from long haired girls to pixie girls in less
than a few minutes. And I was no pixie. I was
loud and gruff voiced, thick and sticky. Pixie I
was not.
One of my grown girls who has a young daughter
decided to cut her bangs yesterday! They came out straight.
Turns out, my grown girl has
better hair cutting skills than my father.
