Meg Moseman

I dream with open eyes and others see my dreams. That is all.

Stupid Hair

An Excerpt from Dear Angus

My orange hair has to be kept at not-quite- shoulder length, because if I grow it out any further it all splits and breaks off, and if I cut it any shorter it’ll take any excuse to stick out all over my head like an orange dandelion gone to seed. I don’t have much of it and what I do have is baby fine. According to all laws of reason, this should make it limp and docile. Okay, when it isn’t sticking up all over the place, it’s very limp. But the problem is with the consistency. I think it’s kind of chalky or sticky or something because whenever I comb it I find Gordian knots that would baffle anyone but Alexander the Great (well, him too, honestly, as I don’t particularly fancy taking his lead by shaving my head).

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