Unbroken: What I Learned Doing My Daughter's Hair

When I was a boy, I had glossy hair cut into straight-across bangs intended to mimic the look of Dorothy Hamill, a figure skater I adored. Though I'm mixed-ethnicity Cuban-American, my hair seemed genetically more Mayflower than raft-by-night. No matter what inglorious style I tried, from mullet and to nape-length shag, I could count on tresses that were silky, shiny, and easy to manage. My daughter's hair, beautiful though it may be, is none of those things. Her locks are curly, thirsty and stu...