I’ve been so obsessed lately with the negative effects of my annoying condition; it’s no surprise that I’ve ignored the benefits. Yes, you heard me right. The benefits.



During my son’s swim date with two friends, I decided to come clean to their mommies about why I was wearing a dark headband in the pool. Well, actually, when one innocently removed one of my hairs from my little guy’s swimsuit, an ideal time to broach the subject presented itself. ‘I’ve lost most of my hair,’… Continue

Today I feel better. I’m taking control. No more agonizing over strands lost in the shower and on my comb, the telltale hairs all over my clothes and furniture and newborn son. No more begging and pleading with my body and my maker. No more tears.



Today I admit to the world that I have alopecia areata.



I found my first spot – about the size of two quarters sitting above my right ear – in December of 2005, a few months after my wedding. Having never heard of alopecia, I was… Continue