...took me past a sign for Tangley Lane. Isn't that a good name for a street? It reminded me of getting my hair brushed as a kid. So did my three-mile jog, actually -- an it-hurts-but-it'll-be-over-soon experience.
The only difference? Instead of a pretty ponytail on the other end of it, I got sore muscles and a sweaty face and the satisfaction of knowing that I didn't give up.
The only difference? Instead of a pretty ponytail on the other end of it, I got sore muscles and a sweaty face and the satisfaction of knowing that I didn't give up.
"You have to suffer to be beautiful." --Aunt Kay, whose hairbrushings made Mom's seem gentle.
ReplyDeleteI don't doubt it, but even though I distinctly remember Aunt Kay french braiding my hair when Mom was in the hospital with Jody, I probably was more familiar with Aunt Anne's hairbrushing technique - firm but gentle, of course.
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