It was 6th Grade, and I insisted upon doing my own hair...

It was 6th Grade, and I insisted upon doing my own hair for picture day–the oxford and blazer were part of the uniform, but the hair? All mine. I was arguing with my mother about it out the door, and I know what Lane-has-been-crying face looks like–that’s it. I remember standing in line for my picture and realizing that all the other girls, from the neck up, looked like they’d been styled for a wedding. From the neck down, we looked like a Green and White episode of Facts of Life the Middle S...