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

to be perfect.”

“Nothing is perfect, Cynthia,” I said. “But some things can be honest.”

The telephone rang for the third time, the sound filling the small kitchen until I stood up and pulled the jack from the wall outlet.

The air in the print shop on Main Street was thick with the smell of warm toner and fresh ink. The large copier in continue reading …