It's February, and feel as if I've gone out on a limb today. I've told a bit about this life I've lived, in this skin and hair that I wear, in the country where I live. It's just a peek behind a door I don't usually open too wide, because this world is changing so fast and - at the same time - it sometimes pulls itself up short.
So I wrote a bit about it the way I've sometimes felt it - the beauty and the frustration and the legacy and the confusion and the humor and the love. The editors at The High Calling decided to publish it. I'm grateful to them for hanging out on this limb with me.
To read Hair-story, click here.
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