The Black hair salon has always been a familiar place to me. After struggling to do my hair herself due to my tender-headedness, my mother took me to the beauty salon. I spent my first time at the ...

Because no one, according to the conventional wisdom, could style a black woman's hair except another African-American, salons were the only institutions more segregated than church on Sunday mornings ...

The chorusing clack of curling irons and the deep hum of hooded hair dryers were familiar sounds throughout my childhood. I'd regularly accompany my mother on her bi-weekly visit to the hair salon, ...