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

came,” she said, her voice small against the hum of thirty people talking at once.

“Well, now,” I said, smoothing the front of my navy blue skirt before I stood near the edge of the table. “I would not miss this for anything.”

Cynthia reached out, her fingers hesitating for a second, then gently touched a strand of my hair where the silver was brightest.continue reading …