Sitting in a Salon on the 31st of August 2012, a day before Spring Day, yes pay-day and a day before winter is officially over, I felt really small in the big business of the ‘weave thing.’ One black woman after the next, came into the smoky, chemical infused haven that women call the salon, some even to my shock were children that looked like they were 7 or 8 years old- all wanting to either str[...]