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

arrive in the morning mail.

I walked back into the hallway and picked up the silver hairbrush with the worn bristles from the vanity table.

My hair was completely gray now, silver in the morning light that came through the high window, and for the first time in years, I did not feel the urge to pull a hat down over my ears before going out.

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