Well… I don’t know about all THAT!
Hair dressers are a fantastic source of material for anybody looking for interesting topics about which to write, wouldn’t you agree? Regrettably, I have barely enough hair to warrant a monthly trip to the scissor queen or I’d gladly go more frequently just for the conversation. My stylist (can I have a “stylist” with this little crop?) is also a Christian… I didn’t plan it that way, she was a friend of my wife’s that I HAD to meet, so I tried her out… turns out she’s pretty danged skilled. Anyway… enough about that.








It was at least five or six years ago when I first saw that monotone halo surrounding those curly locks on a mannequine at Urban Outfitters. “Jesus is my homeboy…” HA! I laughed! My immediate reaction was… “yea… he’s definitely my homeboy too.” Little did I know how radically diverse the reactions would be to this simple but powerful statement.



