One of the toughest tasks for any newcomer is replacing services. So after our move, I set about systematically replacing my beloved vet, cleaning person, and hairdresser. Ow. I'd like to think I'm not my hair. That I am me, and if my hair turns white (which it sort of did) or turd-murkle brown (which it definitely was), that my happy place won't disappear. But it did. Golly, did it ever. See, my first venture to a hairstylist gained me … [Read more...] about I Am Not My Hair…Or Am I?