November 4: Good hair day

at the hair salon

hearing Disney princess chatter

I too transformed

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January 8: Cold snap

Eight degrees. Haircut--

having my hair blown dry

never felt so good.

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November 6: At the hair salon

Oh, to be redone

amid white noise of dryers,

next chair's murmured gossip.

January 29: Cedar Waxwing

Waxwing calling

as I enter the hair salon.

Not everything's frozen.

January 19: The Men's Room

My husband is getting his hair cut at a place in Portland especially for men. Frankly, this place is a lot more fun than where I get my hair cut. Free beer, pool table, leather couch with widescreen TV playing sports, good alt rock on the sound system, a cute wandering dog, hot 30-something guys with facial hair coming and going... A thin woman all in black with long blonde hair is cutting my husband's hair, making him laugh. And you can buy a cigar on your way out.

 

Fashion mags tell me short hair is coming back for women.

 

Comforts of the hair salon.

Some days I want

to cut it all off.

 

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