This weekend in my refrigerator I pulled out a buttermilk carton with a "sell by" date of November 2, 2004. I think I'm turning into my mother.

I just finished a very interesting book entitled Nice Dreads: Hair Care Basics and Inspiration for Colored Girls Who've Considered Locking Their Hair. Now that I read this book, I know I have to give up, once and for all, my strong desire for something more substantial on my head than Marsha Brady's fine, limp locks in a dull, mousy brown. I love the look of dreads, but it ain't happenin' here. The best I can do for myself is more therapy for severe hair envy syndrome.