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

“It looks very nice, Martha. The silver. It makes you look like yourself.”

“Thank you, Clara,” I said.

She walked on, her dog snuffling through the dry oak leaves along the curb, and I stood up to brush the garden soil from my knees.

My joints ached a little from the kneeling, but it was the clean ache of work, not the heavy tiredness continue reading …