Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

The bottle of Chestnut Brown hair dye sat on the kitchen counter right next to my toast, its cardboard box already damp from the steam of the kettle. My daughter Cynthia picked it up, turned it over, and set it down with a sharp click on the Formica.

“You have to do it before the weekend, Mom,” Cynthia said, her fingers already twisting her engagement continue reading …