By Scottie Lowe I AM my hair.  I am my naps.  I am my African wooly hair.  I am every African woman who was beaten and told that she had to cover her hair or lose her life.  I AM every slave woman who loved her nappy hair and who had to see white women and mulatto slaves get preferential treatment for having straight hair.  I will NEVER as long as I live let straight hair define my beauty. If you ever watch that show “Yo Mama” on MTV, every show, they crack on someone for having nappy hair and everyone in the audience rolls with laughter.  Anyone who finds nappy headed momma...

This could be considered a tongue-in-cheek response to my friend Leslie’s recent sets of Sunday Cuteness. They seemed to have gotten a little testosterone heavy, so, you could see this as my effort to balance that out. Naturally Leslie was one of the first people I found in the blogging world when I started these journals on the Garden. She is thoughtful and matter-of-fact in her statements and genuine in her entries. She seems to touch folks where they live and I’ve admired her “realness” as an element of her natural beauty. I’d hoped that she would, one day, allow...