My sister and I came into my grandfather's life at the perfect time. He was old enough to be well-seasoned in life, young enough to still have fun, and very, very cool. I always though of him as very dashing and debonair -- he was the only real grandfather I knew who had a tuxedo in his closet. ... (more)
Flash back to when I was seven years old.
We were getting ready to go on an extended vacation to visit my mother’s relatives and the day before we left on our journey, my mother decided to take my sister and me to the salon for matching haircuts. Something cool and chic that would be easy to mai... (more)