Me and Tami, circa 1970, Asbury Park, NJ
Being the mother of three little girls, and having no means of transportation during the day while my dad took the Rambler to work, my mom was delighted when her friend, the mother of a son my age, offered to take me for a haircut.
To a barber.
I have not had short hair since.
My sister gave me this framed photo a few years back, and it sits on my mantel. Today I’m sharing it in a not-so-wordless Wednesday.
She STILL sasses me at every chance.