I am a member of many organizations and sit on the board of several non-profits in my community. I am taking the time at each meeting to discuss my...well...baldness. Everyone loves my wig, and so comments are always made about my "great new hair." That's the perfect time to mention that while it IS my hair (bought and paid for, thank you very much) it isn't exactly MY hair in the true sense of the phrase.



I explain what alopecia is, what little is known about its origins, treatments… Continue

Okay, so it's only day 3 and I'm still floating on the pink cloud of empowerment. But I had fun in the shower today shaving my stubble instead of bemoaning the loss of hair. (I bought a Headshave and am slowly getting the hang of it.) Last night I went to my writer's group meeting and "flipped my wig" for them. I've sent pictures to lots of my family and closest friends and have gotten a really positive response. I love the feel of cool air on my head. I love my new wig but I love being without… Continue

I shaved my head because I was tired of looking at one hair falling out at a tim. I was tired of assessing how big the pateches were or were not getting. I was tired of worrying about if my bald spots were showing. Look out, World! I have a bald spot showing! It's called my scalp. LOL. It took longer than I thought (a friend and my husband both helped) and my hair held on like a pit bull. But we won at last. I feel so much better. I have a wig I… Continue

My first wig came today. It is Sassy by Revlon and the color is Autumn Glow. I followed the recommendations from my friends here at Alopecia World and they did my right! It is a mono cap, synthetic, and it was well under $200 from Wilshire Wigs. I must admit it's redder than it looked on my monitor, but I absolutely ADORE it. It fits perfectly and needs no thinning or trim. In fact, it is almost identical to the cut I have right now, only the… Continue

Here is the story of a Bad Hair Day. It was Halloween, and my husband was taking my daughter around the neighborhood, leaving me to answer the door and shovel sugar to the monsters, princesses, and other assorted Trick or Treaters.



Most of the kids travel in packs, but towards the end of the nights' visitations a single girl, around 12 or so, rang the bell.



"Trick or Treat!"



She took a piece of candy, smiled at me brightly and said, "Hey, that's a great fright… Continue