Category Archives: Placeless
Wash Day, circa 2021; Or, Assorted Thoughts I Express While Taking Care of My Hair on a Sunday Afternoon
I send a quiet prayer of petition up for my sisters out there adding eggs to their hair routine: “May they remember to switch to the cold faucet.”
I used to think that gratitude would rob me of joyful anticipation.
Normalcy was on the horizon, but staying safe still meant never getting my hopes up.
Do I know the ends of what I know, and will my knowledge deliver or damn me?