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

leaving Brenda to cap her dry-erase marker with a loud snap.

Two hours later, I was back at my desk in the main office area, typing up the weekly occupancy reports.

Harold marched out of his office, his face red, followed closely by Brenda. He did not look at me as he stopped beside my oak desk and began pulling open the top drawer.continue reading …