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

dye into the recycling bin, the plastic making a clean, hollow sound as it hit the bottom.

I stood by the sink for a moment, listening to the steady, quiet drip of the brass faucet that I had been meaning to fix since the first frost in October.

The silence in the house was different now, no longer heavy with the dread of what might continue reading …