Sometimes life just isn't fair. That's true when it comes to hair. I had a girlfriend in high school named Donna who had beautiful auburn hair. I envied her. It was so lovely I tried dying my hair auburn but it sure didn't look like Donna's. Donna also had natural curly hair. When it got damp it curled. Me, I have natural stringy hair. If I want curl I have to get a permanent. Thank goodness we don't have to go to the beauty shop and sit under those torture machines that we had when I was young.

My sister's girls all had lovely natural curly hair. Some girls don't want that natural curl and do everything they can to straighten it. Some even press it with a hot iron to get rid of the curl.

When I was in the 6th grade a beautician told me I would have lovely white hair. I don't know how she knew but my hair keeps getting whiter all the time so I'll soon find out how lovely it is. It seems to be turning white in patches. I had very dark hair when I was young but it started turning lighter as I got older. One day I decided to dye it black so I got some hair dye and gave myself a treatment. That stuff was blacker than night. I started washing it and I washed it several times, but the more I washed it the blacker it got. It's a wonder my hair didn't fall out. I'll never forget when I went to work the next day, one lawyer saw me coming down the hall and laughed and pointed at me. I felt like wearing a sack over my head. Now that lawyer is a District Court Judge and probably has learned a few manners.

I used a dye that wasn't so harsh after that, but as the years went by I gave up trying to change my hair color because the white hairs shone through no matter what I did. Now I've decided I earned every white hair I have in my head.

But it could be worse. I had a friend in grade school who didn't have much hair. She pulled it out; a nervous habit she had of pulling on her hair had left her with bald spots. Or worse yet, I could be a man. Some men have hair today, but it's gone tomorrow. Men are just as vain as women. If they get a bald spot they try to cover it up. It doesn't look quite natural with their hair combed topsy-turvy over that bald spot.

My great grandson Ronnie is three years old but he still doesn't have much hair. What he does have is so blonde you can hardly see it. I'm afraid he's like his grandmother, Lorraine.

She was my first daughter and I wanted a little girl, a real living doll so I could curl her hair, put ribbons on it and dress her in ruffles. I got my little girl, but she was bald and she stayed that way for almost three years.

One baby sitter asked me, "Why do you cut her hair like that?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "I've never cut it."

The only way I could keep bows in her hair was to tape them on. Everyone said she was such a cute boy. My grandson Larry had beautiful blonde curly hair, everyone said he was such a cute little girl.

Sometimes life just isn't fair.