Brava Katherine! As a true redhead, you made me laugh and remember so many moments…­5 years old and our car getting rear ended… the other driver said it was because he was transfixed by my hair in the sunlight, …First grade taunts of “Strawberr­y Shortcake” and “Little Orphan Annie” …11 and laughed off the bus (crying) while the entire bus chanted “Poochie!”"Poochie!”

(Poochie was a little stuffed dog with pink, curly ears). … a little confused in 7th Grade when a boy asked “Does the carpet match the drapes?” …10th grade, destroying my hair into an apricot frizzy mess when trying to make it silky blonde like the other girls in high school… then something entirely different around 18, when I realized that my sultry, long, burnished tresses had a very powerful and very positive effect on the opposite sex.

From “I’d rather be dead than red on the head” and actually being a “redheaded step child” to studying art history and suddenly seeing Boticelli’­s Birth of Venus in the mirror to vamping it up to a Henna Fire red, then stripping it all away to icy blonde… Girl, I know what you mean! It’s a mixed bag of tricks and one that utterly informs your worldview and shapes your personalit­y.

You, my dear, go to the heart of the matter… We are a dying breed (us left-hande­d redheads) so we must nurture the little ones among us.
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