
Hair
I lost my temper today. Not at Mom, but at her hairdresser, the one who has been cutting her hair for about 20 years. When I called last week to make an appointment, Hairdresser X—we’ll call him Ralph—was hesitant to make an appointment for us. He’s seen Mom become more frail and unpredictable due to Alzheimer’s, so I could understand his hesitation. I assured Ralph I’d be there, too, reminding him that Mom dotes on him and enjoys being in his salon. We showed up early for th