Rock, paper, scissors, hair

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 4, 2011 I am standing, scissors in hand, poised and inches away from my sister’s thick hardly-gray-even-though-she’s-ten-years-older tresses, thinking about gene puddles and the great wagon wheel of karma. Joelle and I, though we have identical voice registries and laugh at the same time at the same jokes, look not …