My hair is in a mask tonight– a warm butter massaged into my scalp.  It makes the tendrils slippery-soft and coconut-scented, and slick, too slick for pillowcases, so I wrap it in a long cloth decorated with flowers and pinks.  The wrap will protect my hair tonight as I dream, cuddling it to whimsy. My hair is growing out right now, wilding itself free.  There … Continue reading hair