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For Better or Frizzier

I have a long and complicated relationship with my hair. At 28, I've mostly learned how to cope with it in a finely-honed technique of leave-in conditioners, serums, blow-dryers, straighteners, curling irons, hairsprays and fairy dust (also known as dry shampoo.) But for the first half of my life, my hair was a wild tangle of curls that I didn't know what to do with. I … [Read More]

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When Your Body Prophesies to You

Two years ago, a very reputable hairdresser used faulty straighteners and burnt my hair. The next day, in the shower, when I was trying to identify the strange … [Read More]

When Courage Means Saying Goodbye

I've been an editor for SheLoves for more than three and a half years. When I first started reading the magazine, well before I joined the editorial team, it was at … [Read More]

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How Our Muslim Student Became Auntie Boo

  My three-year-old son tightly twisted the long strand of strong black hair round and round his fingers as he emerged from the guest room yesterday. I … [Read More]

Dear Writer, We Commission You

May your words and your life bring Light May you carry the torches of Love and justice and goodness and Hope May your words stir up, wake up, shake up, lift … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: I Am Malala Discussion

To learn more about I Am Malala, please read the introductory post. Be sure to peruse The Nightstand in that post, which has resources for those wanting to learn more about the topic and themes of this month’s selection. O Malalai of Maiwand, Rise once … [Read More]

Pretty Girls Have Long Hair, And Other Lies

I grew up in a fairly conservative church. Not so conservative that women were forbidden to cut their hair, but the line between beautiful and long hair was drawn thickly and clearly. Pretty girls, godly girls, had long hair. So I grew out my hair. It did … [Read More]

When God Is a Handful of Stickers

It was a hot and sticky day, and we were taking our two little ones home from a day at London Zoo. We live in London, but the trip still takes one hour and fifteen minutes and by the time we were on train-change number two, my toddler was just about done with … [Read More]

The God of Black Hair

I was born in August on a late Thursday morning. My mother was impressed with my pink lips and she was fascinated with my hair. That was about it. She had given birth to more beautiful children before me, but none of their hair could do what mine could … [Read More]

How I Learned to See the Future

I got my first job in the hair industry at 15. At the time, I was technically homeless and not going to school either. I answered an ad to a small shop hiring a receptionist/apprentice. At that time, you could earn a trade license through an … [Read More]

Tangled in the Memories

by Amanda Tingle Taylor | @itTingles Time has a funny way of playing with your memories. Things that never seemed important to you in the present hold so much power over you as a memory. My daughter just moved out of my house for the first time. She is a … [Read More]

I Become the Woman Whose Hair is on Fire

“You don’t need to fast,” she said. “Your prayers are enough.” But I did need to fast, because her situation sounded really bleak, and God was talking to my heart about it. Bev was traveling alone in Uganda when she injured her knee hurrying across a … [Read More]

Holy Spirit Conditioner

We go through a lot of conditioner in our house. My husband and I use extra conditioner on our boys’ hair when it’s washed, then we spray down their curls with a leave-in detangler most every day in between. We comb through the tangles until the ringlets … [Read More]

A Restless Soul

A journey through old photos of my life will quickly reveal something most people who know me could tell you—I am a restless soul. I have a hard time staying in one place too long without at least an adventure or two. I love exciting, new beginnings and … [Read More]

Living Out my Awakening Everywhere I Go

Today the six-year-old told her sister to feel her armpit. She was sweaty and wanted to prove it. I told her, "Chickadee, you do not get to force other people to touch your body. That is not ok. And, also, nobody on earth wants to feel your armpits." She … [Read More]

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