The minute hand on the clock seemed to hover over the roman numeral twelve forever. His right eye twitched as he tried to will the hand to move, for time to pass by. He desperately wished for the next minute, for the next thirty to fly by. Or he wished he could give his breath […]
Chimamanda is at it again… One of my favorite authors has a new book out, and I cannot wait to read it. She touches on hair as a writing inspiration and, more interestingly, paints hair in all its varied forms as an independent but importantly subtle character.