Category Archives: The Chair

Before I Owned The Door

Posted on March 3, 2026 by Kellie martinez

Before I owned a shop, I worked in one.Quincy Barbers.It had been there since 1948, and it looked like it.Bare concrete floors.Old pine on the walls.Dust in corners nobody noticed anymore.It wasn’t charming.It was tired.The owner was intense. Scattered.By the … Continue reading →

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I felt like I knew her

Posted on March 2, 2026 by Kellie martinez

I went to my client’s mother’s celebration of life.It wasn’t just a funeral.It was a Nigerian celebration of life.And if you’ve never been to one, let me tell you — it’s not quiet and heavy the way we’re used to. … Continue reading →

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The invitation

Posted on February 28, 2026 by Kellie martinez

Today I’m going to a funeral. It’s my clients mother. I Have been cutting his hair for about 15 years now. 15 years of conversation, life updates, small talk, big talk, silence, laughs, and the study hum of clippers in … Continue reading →

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