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

walk-ins.”

She patted her own stiff, dyed black curls before she walked toward the copy machine.

At three o’clock, Harold called me into his office, the heavy gold watch on his wrist tapping against his mahogany desk as he went over the quarterly rental logs.

“Martha, we need to talk about team presentation,” Harold said, his voice booming continue reading …