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My Curly Haired White Boy

I definitely want to talk about married life with my white husband and how that’s effected my hair journey. Noah is also a curly, in his own Caucasian way, but he’s learned a lot about black hair. While we dated he watched in utter fascination while I stood in the bathroom carefully flat-ironing my hair, burning my ears and fingers. When I ran my fingers through his hair and commented on his curly “kitchen,” he was delighted to learn such an interesting new word for the nape of his neck.

Noah and me while dating

One evening when I picked my hair out into the most righteous afro and wore it around the apartment, Noah saw it and told me how gorgeous I was. “You should wear that ALL the time.” Needless to say, I looked at him like he was crazy. I explained to him that black women don’t walk around like that in public.

Why not? he asked.

I was forced to give him an answer that made sense. I couldn’t find one. Why not, indeed. Black women don’t go out and about natural. To say those words out loud were just ridiculous. He told me so. I tried to explain it the best I could. But in the end, I tried it out. It was a wild experience taking such a boss fro into the world.

Noah was there during my Big Chop, he drove while I sat in the passenger’s seat sobbing about my “loss.” He was perplexed but supportive. He watched the Chris Rock documentary “Good Hair” with me and he learned what black hair industry was really like. He has made room for all of my hair concoctions on the bathroom counter. He’s excited at the prospect of raising some curly headed kids with me.

Through teaching him so much about this culture, I’ve learned a lot about myself. It’s outsider, a white man, who has taught me about loving my natural black self. The irony was not lost on him either 🙂

Our wedding 2009



Love moves me and shapes me.

My husband’s love is tectonic. It builds and shakes my soul. It’s magical, mythical, symphonic.
Love lifts me and carries me.
My love for my daughter renews me. It is a life force. She is a love story.
Love awakens and propels me.
My love for friends is sweet like cane juice. It extends me.
Love soaks me and absorbs me.
My love for family is a continuum love. It has hills and valleys.
Love moves me, love moves me.


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Welcome to the Salon

Welcome to our first posting at the salon! Evelyn and I will be talking about lots of great things:
Hair We are very interested in talking about black hair maintenance. We support keeping natural curls healthy and well. . . curly, kinky, and/or nappy. Expect plenty of tips, resource links, videos, pictures and natural haircare recipes.
Food We love to eat. One of us loves to cook more than the other (Evelyn) Expect plenty of pictures, recipes from Ev and kitchen horror stories from me.
Love Both of us are young married ladies who love our husbands. Evelyn is a mom to a human baby (expect pictures and video there). I’m the mother of a rabbit baby (expect pictures and video there). We love our families very much and might talk about them from time to time. We will also discuss romance and sexuality where it concerns women and feminism.
Life All of the things above will be discussed from the perspective of Evelyn’s life in Illinois and my life in Georgia. Our day to day living will be peppered throughout our blog, giving it a more personal touch. . .just for you!
So welcome to the salon. Sit, chat and enjoy!