Beard trimming is not for the faint of heart. Those razor-sharp hairs will fly out, hit your eyes, cut through your blouse into your bra and poke your nipples all day long."


These words blew my friends away, when I divulged my dislike for beard trimming on our chat site, with them demandingly saying, "You need to write a book!" So get ready, I've spilled the beans!


My obsession with scissors and hair was no accident. I had many experiences with them from a young age in the fifties and sixties, with some "hair-raising" situations that many of you may identify with. I was raised on a farm in Saskatchewan, and with this segregation from society, boredom had a way of escalating my need to do anything for excitement. There is a lot to be said about boredom-it pushes you to do and go places you never could imagine . . . the perfect recipe to be a hairdresser, don't you think?


Because my life has had lots of twists and turns and ups and downs, you will feel my emotion and humour and be somewhat flabbergasted by what your own hairdresser may be dealing with. I bring a lot to the table, so prepare yourself. You may not agree with everything, but you will agree that this book contains everything we hairy humans should know about this categorically tumultuous trade.


It's been a wild, chaotic ride, but one well worth taking! My biggest wish for my readers is to laugh, love, and understand your hairdresser just a little bit better. But for God's sake, don't pi_ _ them off!" Ha-ha!
Rhonda E Neff