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

access to the side entrance for client meetings.”

“My husband put that post in the ground, Harold,” I said, smoothing my skirt.

“Times change,” Harold said, getting into his car and starting the engine. “You have to look at the big picture.”

I drove to the local grocery store on the corner of Elm Street to pick up a quart of milk. The supermarket was continue reading …