January 1, 2021 I shaved my head. Well, to be more precise, I asked my stylist to shave it. This was the 2 nd time in my life to be bald. The first time I went for it was in 2001. My mom was losing her hair due to chemo for colon cancer, so my big sister, partner and I all shaved in solidarity. It ended up being pretty hilarious because in the months following, my mom (the actual cancer patient) looked great with her real-human hair wig, while the 3 of us who were healthy walked around with doo-rags and/or shiny heads looking like chemo patients. The first time I ever shaved my head - November 2001 But 2021 was different. I wasn’t shaving in support of someone else. I was shaving for ME. I was taking control of one thing I could control – MYSELF. 2020 was a year out-of-control. Covid 19. Isolation. No socialization. Loneliness. Plans, big plans, cancelled. The whole world seemed to invert and crash down on my...