The Best Advice I Ever Heard

Watch where you are going so that you won’t fall down. (My husband) You should stop dyeing your hair. (Also my husband) Do yoga. (Laura) Don’t say what you are supposed to say. (Evan) Never date a married man. (My dad) It’s better to be alone than surrounded by assholes. (Also my dad) Whenever your professor suggests getting naked, say no. (Again, my dad) Never enter into a financial arrangement with a man you aren’t married to. (Dad.) Iron your shirts for work. (My mom) Write what you know. (Also my mom) Don’t watch Gilligan’s Island. It’s too stupid to watch….

Gray Hair Beauty

I’ve never hawked beauty products on my blog before. I’m only doing it now because if someone had shared this information with me when I first stopped dyeing my hair, I’d have saved a load of time and money.  I’ve learned a thing or two in my six years of gray hair and now I’m going to share my highly valuable beauty information with you. First of all, now that I have gray hair, I can’t wear too much makeup or else I look like an exhausted extra on The Golden Girls. I used to love eyeshadow and all that stuff, but now,…

Hair Retrospective

In an if-you-give-a-mouse-a-muffin scenario, I decided to write a post about Gray Hair Beauty. In order to prepare for this post, I had to look through old photos of hairdos I’ve sported through the years. When looking through the pictures, I realized that I wanted to share with you all of the different hair journeys I’ve taken to land at a full head of gray in my forties. I’ll still do the Gray Hair Beauty post, but first here’s a post of different hairdos I’ve had for the past forty-one years. Remember this is a Back-To-School Issue September challenge, so…

I Stopped Dyeing My Hair

In the late nineties my baby and I waited at the corner of Euclid for my husband to get out of class at UC Berkeley so we could go to dinner when a beautiful young woman walked towards us down Hearst Avenue. We were about the same age, twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She wore a plaid skirt and tweed jacket like somebody out of The Paper Chase and her long hair was shot with gray. I stood amazed, fraught with jealousy, horrified. By the time she passed us without even a smile for the baby, I had constructed an entire mythology surrounding her. She was…