My hair has always been a barometer of sorts. Whenever change is coming, I mean significant, life altering, big changes, it usually manifests in my hair first. I didn't realize this until I began a journey about two weeks ago of taking down my dread locs. My baby daughter, curly hair precocious one, asked to have dread locs. Her hair is super, super curly, like both my parents, and would be harder to loc than a tighter curl like her big sister. I told her she had hair like mine, after her many requests and longing looks at her sister and I. Her big eyes and requests promoted me to take down a loc to let her feel my hair. She said "oh mommy, you are right, your hair is like mine," I promised that beautiful little girl that I would start my locs over with hers. I spent four hours putting her hair in two strand twists and then began the long journey to take down 120 locs. I didn't want to just cut my hair off, the other method I've used when ...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw