I have a confession. I am 30 years old and I am just now beginning to learn how to do my hair. Yes, you read that correctly. It’s taken me three decades to confront the problem head on (no pun intended). Now lest my grandmother somehow come across this, let me dispel the notion that I was somehow an unkept child. (Grandma, do you even know how to google blogs? Who am I kidding? If your grandmother is anything like mine, you know they find a way to keep sorts of  ...