Every day, make my bed, have a blast with the dishes, dicks and dogs, hands in the water. Good times....Angels to fall, earth angels to get back up, rocks and waves, ships of dreams to sail. Tales of angels on earth. Faces Of Rats, Racers Hares.Angels to fall, earth angels to get back up, rocks and waves, ships of dreams to sail. Ricco Williams:Sanford & Son Fan club🤔💯💯
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My new album #Glory is out now!...Britney Spears.Blue and purple hair.Gothic Purple Hair Siren. Purple hearts, purple dreams, "Purple Rain", way to live,. mermaid, anyone?Look at all the fucks I give. But I was still staring at the flippers thoughhhh...Plenty of fish in the seas, plenty of bass to fish, cages for shell fish,chuck more frogs.
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The Joys (and Pains!) of Kinky, Curly Black Girl Hair...This is the story of all-too-many brown girls everywhere -- a story that some of us African American moms are desperately trying to change with our generation of daughters.
Which is why there was such an uproar recently when Newsweek’s Allison Samuels openly criticized Angelina Jolie, a white mom, for letting her adopted, Ethiopian-born daughter, Zahara Jolie-Pitt, sport hair Samuels said was “wild and unstyled, uncombed and dry. Basically: a ‘hot mess.’”
Now, I’m not going to jump in the middle of the raucous debate sweeping like wildfire through the internet; there’s been enough piling on from both sides of the issue without me adding to it (Should Zahara’s hair be wild and carefree? Should Angie take a black hair care class or two so she can “tame” Zahara’s hair? Why are we criticizing a 4-year-old’s hairstyle anyway?)
But I will say that even as an African American mom, it’s not easy being in charge of two heads of kinky, curly hair -- not including my own -- with little information, great trepidation, and horrible memories of the Saturday night torture. There were no books out there to help me figure it out when my girls were babies; all of the information in the parenting books focused on hair and skin that didn’t look or feel like my girls’. I mean, I knew everything there was to know about how to care for a baby with thin, blonde hair, and it seemed like every product in the kids’ shampoo section was made specifically for them. But what was I supposed to put in my baby’s hair?
What would keep it from drying out? How was I supposed to comb it? What was I supposed to do as the texture changed, sometimes just on one side of her head? Was it safe to braid it? Pull it into puffs? Put barrettes in it? And what was a nice, curt, way of telling my mom’s friends that my kid’s hair was in an Afro, sans braids/puffs/hairclips/lye because I liked it that way and it was actually better for her?
From there, it just got worse. Like when my Aunt Sarah would braid my hair into cornrows so tight I couldn’t see straight. And when my mom paid a professional hairstylist to have my hair “relaxed” with skin-burning lye. And then there was that unfortunate time when my dad, left in charge of my hair while my mom spent a few weeks in the hospital, gave me a jherri curl. He read the directions off the box and went to work right there in the middle of the linoleum floor, just me and him.
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