Well, I prefer to call it silver, but I love my grey hair. I would have preferred platinum like a few of my lucky friends who went white naturally at an early age, but mine was salt and pepper for a dozen years before I got the cool white streak that nobody can ever take away from me.

I used to dye my hair, only because I was sick of black and wanted burgundy or whatever, but when I finally let it go it wasn’t hard at all. Every beautician who ever ran her fingers through my damp hair tried to talk me into dying, streaking, or highlighting the “grey” (they said as if they were saying poop) but I loved my silver strands. And I still do.