The power of a woman's hair is a myth that we carry so intensely still to this day, and I am often baffled by it. What magic, what Samson-like strength, do we think a woman's long hair embodies, and is a woman less of a woman without it? Is she, like Rapunzel, a wild thing to be banished without that long hair, and how often is that long hair is a stand in for girlish innocence? This piece was created after I went to my husband's barber and asked her to cut my long hair off and she refused, saying she just couldn't.

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