Friday, April 1, 2011
No gym, no student papers to grade, no annual reports to review (okay, maybe just one), no assembling the text for a client's presentation (all right, so, just a few more texts for a single presentation), no counting calories.
An hour ago, I found this photo in my mother's wooden scrapbook. I'd never seen it before. Never seen evidence of me this young, two months old. So this, I think now, is how it happened, all those years later, that my son was born with a full head of hair. And this is proof that my hair has been unruly from day one.