Three months into pregnancy I kept my lips sealed. Of the few that knew, the secrecy was puzzling. But in a time where all “events” demand a post, this was a sacred space. I didn’t need the extra tips or cautionary tales of difficult deliveries or stories of lifeless existence with children. I needed a new narrative.

What I’ve come to know of the splitting behaviors in my own hair are mere manifestations of the splits that exist in my being and, dare I say, yours.