Tag: mother

A black woman’s hair biography.

Mom would make excuses about not having cleaned the house. I knew they were lies. I knew her house was full.

Sometimes I tried to persuade myself that she was not really deaf. She was a mischievous prankster, and what better way to keep everyone hopping than to pretend she was deaf, the way every child has, at one point or another, pretended to be blind, or played dead? For some reason, she had forgotten to […]