Before that evening, I hoped that everyone would be stealing glances at me, wondering who I was. And they were. Not for the reason I thought they would, but I giggled to my fiancé. “They will all remember me tomorrow!” And I’m sure they did.
By Julia Connolly As a young child, I had long, blonde hair and was princess of all I surveyed. Friends of my parents even called me “Grace,” as in “Princess Grace,” thank […]
It’s strange how hair is a body part—it’s yours and it isn’t. It belongs as much to you as your height, your hands, your nose. It binds you to the ancestors who […]
I have long hair—originally brown with some gold bits, depending on the amount of time I spent in the sun, and now that same color due to the contents of boxes […]
SATURDAY: Sirens and their HAIR Ah, spring! When a woman’s fancy turns to . . . the salon. Hair styles and symbolism have a strange and powerful place in the lives of […]
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Casey loved any kind of play Some readers of my memoir, For the Love of a Dog, say the end dissatisfies them. If I loved…
by Elise Hempel His car rolls up to the curb, you switch your mood, which doll to bring and rush out again on the sliding steps of your shoes half-on, forgetting […]
By Julia Connolly When I was a 19-year-old college student, I briefly dated a guy who was a bartender in a strip club. And by “dated,” I mean that I’d sit at […]
by Gianna Russo There is no way she would miss it. Nothing would keep my mother away from the wedding of her first grandchild—not even her death nearly five years earlier. […]
by Gianna Russo Next time, you’ll notice them in their Sunday clothes, the orange-yellow vests that once a week declare to the church-goers waiting at the red light on Hillsborough Avenue they […]
The Gloria Sirens 