Hair Raising Tales

Confession. I cannot braid cornrows. My mother couldn’t either. With great effort I can do a french braid- my mother could not teach what she didn’t know. My mother was raised with a Eurocentric esthetic. The colonial norms were imprinted like a tattoo, bias buried layers deep in the dermis Read more

By justk, ago

Red, white and a little blue

I grew up with a set of dates that are so important I knew them as perfectly as my home phone number.  July 16, November 5, December 2, December 25, December 26, and December 29. Unlike Easter or Labour Day these dates remained constant and the countdown was as exciting Read more

By justk, ago