Still Advocating
Writings of a retired educator, advocate, & baby boomer

Not really Shirley Temple I was born with black hair. Unlike my beloved cousin Annette, my mother didn’t have to cover my bald hear with cute bonnets. She could tie it with ribbons and braid it, but despite her and my paternal grandmother’s best efforts, they could never make me look like Shirley Temple. The image above is as close as they got, and it held up just long enough to take this picture. Growing up, all of the adult women I knew had beauty shop hair. After their w

This memoir is dedicated to my writing group I was born with black hair. Unlike my beloved cousin Annette, my mother didn’t have to cover...