All I wanted was a fresh, sassy haircut. Not the sassy-pants visceral responses from my beloved children. I bravely chopped off my A-line bob, which I had been calling the “mom-bob”. I say bravely, because I am surrounded by women with long to very long locks of flowing, or wavy, or stick straight hair. But still long. I was blessed with very fine hair, and have had shorter hair most of my Continue Reading