I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

back again, my hands locked on the steering wheel.

By dawn, I made a decision that was not logical but felt necessary.

I went to a salon in the Short North as soon as it opened.

The receptionist looked startled. “Can I help you?”

“I need a cut and color,” I said. “I need to look like someone they cannot intimidate.”

Four hours later, my hair was a sharp continue reading …