For much of my life I’ve been at war with my hair. At first glance, you might not understand why. After all, I have plenty of it, which is something many women my age do not. It’s retained it’s original color very well, with the exception of the topmost roots which require periodic touch-ups at the salon. It’s easy to style, and I can walk out the door nicely coiffed in about 15 minutes start to finish.

But I’ve not always been properly grateful for my hair. Growing up in the 1960’s, long super straight hair was in fashion, and my thick, naturally wavy locks did not conform in any way to the type of look I envied.