I come from a family that likes to laugh. We believe that humor can help heal whatever ails you (I don't mean to make my family sound like saints in all my posts, I just love them very dearly).



For a long time it was hard for any of us to find humor in what was happening to me. Here I was 12 years old going bald, crying myself to sleep or getting lost in this horrible spiral of depression.



I remember the day before I got my first wig. I was sitting in the living room at… Continue

Things at work and with my family have been a little insane the last couple of weeks.



I did have a funny run-in a car door and my wig the other day. It almost fell clean off in front of two co-workers. Thankfully, it was two people I'm rather close to, so we all laughed it off.



It's comforting to work in an environment where nearly everyone knows about my hair.



I've been sharing a lot with my supervisor about this community. She survived a near-fatal bout of… Continue

Joe jokes with me that when I find something to obsess over, I put my heart into it. And he's probably right.



I find myself drawn to Alopecia World, eager to see what other people have to say about something I've spent most of my life trying to hide from the world. I'm OK with me and the hand I've been dealt, but such a huge part of me just wants to have hair long enough to put in a ponytail.



I look at pages in this community of beautiful, strong women so confident in… Continue

When I return to my hometown to see my family, I generally spend a lot of my time without my wig on. My parents live on a farm and have no air conditioning, so it's about 900 degrees hotter in the summer than anywhere else in the world.



Most people are used to seeing me without my hair and have little to say about it.



Except my oldest nephew. Ethen is at that inquisitive age where he wants to know the reason for everything. Why my eyes are grey or why Uncle Joe spikes his… Continue