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

of fresh floor wax in the lobby of Oakridge Realty always greeted me first, but this morning it was masked by the sweet scent of cherry lip balm. Brenda stood by my desk, holding a stack of tenant notices.

“Oh, Martha, honey,” Brenda said, her voice dripping with syrup as she ran her finger over the little tub of balm. “Did the power go out at your continue reading …