
I’ve been the beneficiary of a few hair compliments lately (thank you!), but I do feel obliged to point out that, left to its wild, unchecked state, my natural locks look a little something like this…

And this…

At one time I estimated that I’d spent approximately one quarter of my life growing out botched haircuts.
Why so much time?
Because my hair! — it’s so moody! It’s the frizzy, slightly-wavy-but-not-curly and hella heavy mop on top of my head, man, and it’s moody like Tabs on Monday morning.
It wasn’t until I was in my 30s that I figured out some reliable ways to regularly wrangle it into submission.

Finding a stylist who knew what to do with my mop, and could show me how to do it myself, made the biggest difference.
Her name was Alis Peralta, and she works over at A-Line Salon out here in Corte Madera, California. Getting some good styling tools, like the $17 Revlon Perfect Heat Tourmaline Ceramic 1 1/2″ Styling Iron, helped, too.


















For morning hair mayhem — those cracks of dawn when your hair is staging a rebellion, and you don’t even have the hair-withal to attempt 




