Nicole Dauenhauer's blog

I didn't get my first haircut until I was in 4th grade. Until I could manage on my own, my mother had fashioned for me a number of typical and creative hairstyles, which included braids and the all-purpose pony tail. (When I was being a total, insufferable brat, she would gently tug at my pony tail or, if I was made up with braids, she'd simultaneously pull at both like you would to examine a cocker spaniel's ears. Believe me: I deserved it.