How I Learned to Blowdry My Hair at 40

And Other Lessons from Growing Out My Locks in Middle Age

In March 2020, I stopped cutting my hair. Like many, I wasn’t about to risk a COVID infection for a trip to Floyd’s barbershop. Unlike many, however, I have yet to return to the barbershop chair. I am now 41, my hair falls halfway down my back, and I have almost no clue what to do with it.

I never intended to go four years without a haircut. I teach fourth grade. During year one of the pandemic, in the name of social distancing, our school halved class sizes and moved …

I’m a 77-Year-Old Biker Babe

Just Because I'm a Great-Grandmother Doesn't Mean I'm Not a Badass

I’m a 77-year-old Biker Babe—that would be me. And my Biker Boy is no boy— he’s pressing 60 although he doesn’t look it. When I first started riding Harleys about …

Let the Kids Squander Their Own Youth

Here In California, Holding Young People Back Is Almost State Policy

There’s a nasty California disease spreading so fast that even our baseball teams have caught it.

Last year, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim kept their best player, then-20-year-old Mike Trout, …