Violet hair, reflecting on changes since 1999

My son’s best friend is in beauty school, and did my hair yesterday. First the bleach, then a trim, then lime crime “genie.” When I was 18, the beauty school was a movie theater, one I used to walk to. They played music from my teen years, like Spice Girls. It’s crazy to sit inContinue reading “Violet hair, reflecting on changes since 1999”

Understanding Crazy

When someone complained to me about the mystifying behavior of people she didn’t like, I would at first try to explain. Eventually, I realized she wasn’t complaining to understand. And I started saying, “You can’t understand crazy unless you are the same kind of crazy.” She didn’t think she needed her meds, and I trustedContinue reading “Understanding Crazy”

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