Unbroken: What I Learned Doing My Daughter's Hair
Huffington Post - about 3 years
When I was a boy, I had glossy hair cut into straight-across bangs intended to mimic the look of Dorothy Hamill, a figure skater I adored. Though I'm mixed-ethnicity Cuban-American, my hair seemed genetically more Mayflower than raft-by-night. No matter what inglorious style I tried, from mullet and to nape-length shag, I could count on tresses that were silky, shiny, and easy to manage.
My daughter's hair, beautiful though it may be, is none of those things. Her locks are curly, thirsty and stubbornly willful. They are so different than my own, so foreign to the experience I grew up with, that they have required me to undertake a rigorous course of self-education. In the eight years since she was born, I have watched YouTube clips, read countless articles, scoured online forums designed for parents of children of color, visited urban salons, talked to other moms and dads in the detangling trenches and just about earned my PHD (Pretty Hair Degree).
Though I still can't do a full se
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