What My Mother Really Meant When She Fussed About My Hair
One spring in Milan, my then partner and I discussed whether Italians first loved to cultivate beautiful gardens, or if the ease of plentiful sunshine and fertile growing conditions led to the pastime. We walked past bright overstuffed bowls of flowers gracing every street and bridge hanging from above. I wonder, in a similar vein, if I have always been destined to fret and tend the garden of my untamable hair given that approximately 35,000 years ago, a genetic mutation occurred in East Asians
