This issue: HAIR TODAY, CUT TOMORROW
Hair Today, Cut Tomorrow
In the beginning I was like any other girl – ponytails and pigtails, ribbons that matched my socks, cute little barrettes. Then, one day in fourth grade, my parents took me to my first hairdresser (not just the lady at Super Cuts) and everything changed.
Change and the Art of Aging
For the last five or six years, or roughly since I turned 30, I've been noticing little physical changes in myself. Nothing drastic, mind you—a slight slowing of the metabolism, a few fine lines fanning out around my eyes, and other subtle indications that I'm moving through time as I live—that each day, for good or bad, leaves its inevitable mark. |
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