Which Twin Has the Toni?

Senior Chronicles: January 2023

One of the things that as made me happy in the last decade is finding the right haircutter. She’s somebody who know what my hair wants to do and helps it do that very thing. Somebody who is available when I need her, even during pandemics and other inconvenient periods. Somebody whose price is above rubies.

I know. I can hear you sigh and see your eyes rolling. “Doesn’t take much to make Susan happy, does it?” “What a small life she must lead—no bigger and better things to be happy about.” And male readers are checking out. (Sorry, guys.)

But I’ll bet there are plenty of us who know what I’m talking about. And who look back on years of great unhappiness when it comes to hair.

Growing up, my dirty blond hair was straight. Positively, absolutely, undeniably straight. In grade school, my mother cut it in a “pageboy” with bangs

Susan, first grade

I thought I looked like Prince Valiant in the funny papers. Which was totally fine with me, since it meant that a quick comb was all I needed before …