Scene I — Miami Lakes, Florida · September 2025 There I was, walking through the hallways of a high school I was visiting, having a grand, marvelous time—thinking everything was perfect. My hair was freshly done. I thought every i was dotted and all t’s were crossed. A few hours later, I was reviewing the…
The service concluded after an extended session, once the hair had settled and the space returned to stillness. What remained was not simply a finished state, but a clear sense of direction—one shaped by care, restraint, and intention through Refined Haircare 101. This record begins there. S — Setting Where the work took place. The…
This framework exists because I needed a way to record the work once it was finished. Not to teach it. Not to explain it. Simply to hold what occurred after my hands had done what they came to do. After servicing clients, I noticed that the work often continued quietly—through observation, through memory, through the…
If I could sum up what long hair means to me in one word, it would be gift. I have been drawn to long hair my entire life. Since I was a very young girl, I remember desiring it for myself more than anything else. I saw the possibility reflected on others and wondered if…
Consistency.If I had to sum it up in one word, that would be it. In 2023, I combed out my microlocs. But the thought behind that decision actually began years earlier, around late 2018. I remember telling my cousin—who would later start my locs with mini braids—girl, I need to look good every single day….
The Refusal to Compromise the Beginning A clean slate is something I have always admired. At our core, cleanliness is something I believe we were all created for. That belief is the reason why, before I ever found a way to do mobile silk presses, I refused to do anyone’s hair outside of the residence…
A Little Girl’s Longing for Long, Healthy Hair “No, you cannot go to school with the Pocahontas towel tied on your head—no matter how meticulously you place it there and secure it with the bobo.” I was about six years of age when I vividly remember running around my house with a Pocahontas towel carefully…
A Silk Press Moment on South Beach Two years ago—six months after taking my microlocs out—I was strutting through South Beach in a red ball gown near the Setai Hotel. It was a grand day. My hair was done… or so I thought. Standing in the Setai lobby, I took a selfie. My hair was…