Monday, Monday Monday’s never quite come together the way I want them to. I always hear the Mama’s and the Papa’s singing that famous song-but it’s not the first verse-Monday, Monday so good to me…no-it’s the second verse~ Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day…...

My first ‘long term’ hair stylist in Santa Clarita, California worked at a shop called New Beginnings. I found her when I desperately needed someone to correct a horrible perm job that another ‘not-so-good’ stylist did. I remember looking like a standard size poodle...