I look in the mirror the day after returning from the humid East Coast and scream in horror until I realize that’s what my hair always looks like in Anchorage where humidity is but a distant memory of summer days of pouring rain.
I look in the mirror the day after returning from the humid East Coast and scream in horror until I realize that’s what my hair always looks like in Anchorage where humidity is but a distant memory of summer days of pouring rain.