In the beginning, we relied on hats to shield Rosie from unwanted stares as we hoped the hair loss would be temporary. By Paula Quinn
We are forever snarled in each other’s hair, my daughter and I, invested in the consistency of the people we know best and need most. By Leslie Kendall Dye
I wanted to laugh and not think about my mortality. I wanted to attend functions at my son’s school without a perfectly tied head scarf. By Kai McGee
For black women, wearing our hair in its natural state was—and still is, to some extent—considered defiant.
By Margaret Auguste