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

for a cup of coffee before she went home. The diner was nearly empty at five o’clock, the lunch crowd long gone and the dinner rush not yet begun. Cynthia was already sitting in our usual booth, her fingers twisting her engagement ring around and around until her knuckle was red.

“You said it was important, Mom,” Cynthia said as I sat down. “I have continue reading …