The relationship I have had with my hair over the years could be described as on again off again.  When I was born I had very little hair, my mother told me she used to tape bows on my head so people would stop asking about her cute little boy.  My hair took its sweet time growing. By the time I entered kindergarten, I had enough hair that my mom thought it was time to continue the family tradition of my first home perm.  This is a tradition that dies with me as I could not subject my girls to any of the trauma I endured.  Meatball head became my…

As I started writing for this blog one page quickly became two and that really goes against my original plan to keep my posts short so they don’t take too much time to read.  So this is part one of a multipart series.  My last big hair cut was in 2008 when I donated to another charity that solicits hair donations for cancer patients.  Since that donation, I found out the charity charges for the wigs that are given to children. One of my daughters found the charity Children with Hair Loss and they never charge for the wigs they give to children.  Additionally, they accepted dyed hair.   I…