Ms.+Goutell



October, 2010 Hair-a-graph Mac’s hair is fresh white popcorn, exploding in all directions. It is always clean, but it is rarely combed. And me, my hair is tired. It hangs limply on my shoulders, and fights me when I attempt to straighten it or curl it. Wallace’s hair is smooth like silk. It runs along his back in waves of black and tan. And my dad, who is lacking hair, has thin pieces of gray that cling desperately to his shiny bald head.