Memories of creamy crack

I can remember my sister sitting between my mother’s legs at the bottom of our couch. A towel draped around her neck. And my mother, snapping on surgical gloves that she would bring home from the hospital she worked at. Just for Me, Dream Kids, Dark and Lovely, Motions, Cream of Nature, Soft and Beautiful– these magical products whipped my sister’s hair into silk threads.


My friend, Dominique Bennett, posted a quick video today of her mother perming her hair.

It made me relive the pain my sister would bear. And it made me remember the one time my mother asked, “You want me to do this to yours?”

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