My Sister Had Breast Cancer and I Quit Dyeing My Hair
Why I went back to my roots—even if they’re gray.
My older sister came to visit; I still remember the day. It was a hot Texas afternoon, and we were sipping sweet tea in the shade.
She held up her arm and poked her formerly trim tricep. “Look at this. I’m getting old lady arms like mom had! Where did all this flab…