When my hairdresser moved away, life as I knew it ended. She didn’t simply style my hair every six weeks, she reshaped my self esteem. She’d served as my confessor and cheerleader. And now that she was gone, I wondered whether I had ever really thanked her.
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
JOIN ME ~ I’ll send brief, occasional posts for this journey we're traveling on together.
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