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

signature was old, but the blue ink had held its ground.

I opened the cabinet under the sink, where the spare soap, the clean hand towels, and the old bottles of rubbing alcohol were kept.

The white plastic bottle of Chestnut Brown hair dye sat in the very back, right behind the rolls of toilet paper. I left it there for now, its cardboard box slightly continue reading …