The Day Before My Sister’s Wedding I Woke Up To Find My Hair Had Been Cut While I Slept

into useful action.

I can’t restore the length, she said. We’re talking a pixie cut at best. But I can make this look like you chose it.

While she worked, my phone lit up continuously with texts and calls from my family. I answered one from my father, who opened with my full name in the tone he had used for childhood transgressions and told me to stop continue reading …