There are two things I have grappled with most of my life. One: I have always had hair angst. If it is long, I want it short. If it is short, I can’t wait for it to grow out. And, I have always wanted bangs. That thick fringe that sets off your eyes or the side swept bangs that frame your face. The second, and one that is most shocking, is I have always typically done the complete opposite of what my Mama has wanted me to do. Pretty much every big decision – from marrying the first husband to not going to law school– has been the polar opposite of what she has wanted and demanded of me. Both – the bangs and the Mama – have given me fits throughout my life. And the horror of both is that Mama has always tried to dictate what she thinks I should do with my hair.