This Fan of My Work Gave Me a Free Haircut Yesterday


(Nashville, TN)

This girl I went to high school with offered to cut and treat my hair for free cuz she saw me dealing with my dad’s illness via Instagram, said she loved all my stories, and thought I could use some love’n. Mind you, I’ve never even hung out with this sweet angel before since I had 400 people in my graduating class. But she just found me on Instagram awhile back and has been a fan ever since. Anywho, she massaged my head and made my coarse, old lady hair soft again and even gave me a cut I actually like. Aren’t people the greatest?
While I was sitting in her chair I was telling her some stories and mentioned that my domestic abuse story is coming out on a big podcast soonish. This lady getting her washed across the way kept staring at me and I was wondering what her deal was. But I smiled and kept talking until she finally interrupted. “Excuse me. Did you say you’re a writer?”  “Cuz I was hit too….” And then she basically went on to tell me about the men in her life who have beaten her up and how she would love to read my stories and hear them. Then she asked how she could find me online. We’re FB friends now.

“Excuse me. Did you say you’re a writer?”  “Cuz I was hit too….” And then she basically went on to tell me about the men in her life who have beaten her up and how she would love to read my stories and hear them. Then she asked how she could find me online. We’re FB friends now.

“Well, yeah, I guess–”

“Cuz I was hit too….” And then she basically went on to tell me about the men in her life who have beaten her up and how she would love to read my stories and hear them. Then she asked how she could find me online. We’re FB friends now.

And then she basically went on to tell me about all the men in her life who have beaten her up. And how she was trying to teach her son, who was playing with a toy truck on the ground beside her, how to treat women so he wouldn’t do the same thing.

“How do you treat women, baby?” she asked him.

“Like princess,” he shouted back without missing a beat.

We talked for awhile and then when it was time for her to get up she said she would love to read my stories and hear them on podcasts. “How can I find you online?” she asked. We’re FB friends now.
It’s times like these that remind me why my stories mean so much to me. In telling them, I make others feel less alone. When they hear that I’ve experienced some version of their pain, they seem desperate to tell me about theirs. I get facebook messages all the time from women I don’t know. My guess is this woman, like all the others, has tried to tell her story before and nobody listened. Or nobody understood when she did.  Or everyone said the wrong thing.

So I’m learning that part of the job of being a writer and telling your story is listening to those you reach who need to share theirs. And I think this is quickly becoming my favorite part of being a storyteller.

One Comment Add yours

  1. I Love Brunettes says:

    Dearest Melanie: As always, I think you are a *nice* BRUNETTE!

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