When my family and I had accepted the fact that I would have to wear a wig to hide my growing hair loss, I was the tender age of nine. This was the mid Sixties and long straight hair was just becoming all the rage. I pictured picking out a long, flowing wig that would be the envy of all the other fifth graders in my class. So when my mother took me to a wig salon that also sold wedding attire, I was told that they didn't have any long wigs that fit my small nine-year-old head. We finally… Continue

Have you ever lived with a secret? Have you ever lived a lie? I never really thought about it much until I caught the tail end of Oprah. She was talking to people who were living a lie. Some of these people were regular people during the day and strippers or prostitutes at night. Another was living a rich and famous life but had been dirt poor as a child though no one knew. One famous athlete was molested as a child. The therapist ended the show by saying that thousands of viewers were living… Continue

My hair kept coming out and, as prescribed by our family doctor, my mom began applying cortisone cream, wrapping my head in Saran Wrap, and topping it off with a shower cap. (The idea was to get the head to sweat which would cause the blood to rush to the surface of my scalp and help stimulate the skin and allow the cortisone to do its work.) There would be some success, but it would be short-lived. By the time I was nine, the patches were growing worse and so was my parents' alarm. I can still… Continue