Hair Nah: A Momentary Release from the Personal Space Invasion
Two weeks ago, my nine-year-old came home from school in tears because people wouldn’t stop touching her hair. We live in a rural town that is lacking in diversity. Her kinky, curly, amber tresses are quite unusual. She understands that what makes her unique also makes her a subject of curiosity. But my child is not a pet and people invading her personal space serves only to bring out the mama bear in me.
Mother, geek, executive assistant sith, gamer, writer, lazy succubus, blogger, bibliophile. Not necessarily in that order. Publisher at WomenWriteAboutComics.com
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