Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
I finally got my hair cut. But that’s not the surprise. Yes, I’d meant to get it cut in March, but I was too swamped. While I took care of making appointments for everyone else, I didn’t get around to doing my own. Still, I noticed back then that my hair had gotten really thick.
My hair has always been straightstraightstraight and spider-web superfine. Let’s just say that I had a hard time keeping up with the Cosmo-Girl Big Hair trend of the 80’s.
During my divorce and the events that led up to it, all the stress had me shedding like crazy. And while it’s still not as thick as it was several years ago, it is starting to get that lusher feel to it.
For some reason, I see that vision of myself I had about 4 or 5 years ago during that deadly storm I feared I wouldn’t survive, the vision where I was standing in the grass with a Third Degree’s staff in my right hand, thinner than I was then, content but having come through some hard times, Aislinn mostly grown and standing in the distance, and me with my hair somewhat lighter and to my shoulders but curly. Somewhere in my later 40’s.
For some reason, I see Anna in my mind’s eye. My cousin who died of leukemia last decade after three bone marrow transplants, the relative I have always looked most like, with the exception of our hair. The last time I saw her, she’d lost her long beautiful (platinum) blonde hair and, after radiation, it had come back my-color brown and softly curly. She was about 44 then.
My age now.
So I got my hair cut last week. Not much change in length or style. But this time, there’s a surprise.
What I’d shed has come back, all right. It’s come back curly.