Joni Rodgers lives in Houston, Texas, where big hair is a God-given right. It’s prerequisite for a real estate license, as natural as Naugahyde, as important as Elvis. But at thirty-two, Joni was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and aggressive cancer of the immune system, and she lost her hair to chemotherapy. It’s no fun being a bald girl in the Big Hair Capitol of America, but Joni managed to hold onto her sanity and her sense of humor. With the same amazing ability to laugh at life (and herself) that helped her survive cancer, Joni now recounts her story-a deeply affecting tale of industrial-strength drugs, healing herbs, love, sex, prayer, kids, career, and the search for a wig that won’t make her look like Betty Rubble.
“Rodgers lives, loves, and thankfully, writes without a safety net…a mix of Molly Ivins’ blowsy wit and Anna Quindlen’s suburban logic…(Rodgers) manages the rare literary feat of being painful and funny in one urgent breath.” Entertainment Weekly