Growing up in small town Smithfield, Virginia, most of the little girls in my town had the same regimen, whether it was on Friday, Saturday or Sunday, washday was once a week and it could be a traumatic experience. So traumatic, that our mothers wasted no time to throw a relaxer into our hair to help to relax the naps. Giving up on the maintenance of our natural tresses. For me and my sister, our wash days fell on Friday nights. My mother would cook a quick dinner, usually