“My hair is a garden, and I give it love.”
I enjoyed the plot of this story and the little girl who learns to love her hair.
I just landed in Seattle but before we left the Anchorage airport early this morning I snapped a pic of this awesome service!
Anger is a hard itch to scratch; laughter a
secret tickle we let out in a thousand
sneezes, sometimes to camouflage cracked hearts;
love, envy, fear -- we all hear their echo.
Peel us to the core, we're all indistinguishable. Press the
solar plexus of any, you'll hear the selfsame sigh. (p. 92)