“It’s time for your lice check,” a woman who goes by “Ms. K” whispers directly into my ear as she starts running her fingers into my scalp and through each strand of hair. I’m in a dark room, Eastern ...

It starts with a feather touch. A real feather tail brushes your head and slowly glides down your back. Then cometh the soft bristles moving over your head, your shoulders, and your arms too. There's ...