A million years ago, when I lived in New Jersey, the person who used to tend to all of my hair-related beauty needs was an exotic looking blond woman with impossibly high cheekbones and flawless skin. Her name was Raluca and for the eight years that I lived in a quiet suburb, her capable hands … Continue reading When I Lost My Dignity to Cancer, My Hairdresser Helped Me Find It Again.
The Mom Who Knew Too Much 