On Gray Hair & “Letting Myself Go” — with a ‘How to’ List for Letting Go

The author who let herself go, along time ago.

“What about your hair?” she quips in a New Jersey accent that favors an ‘aw’ sound for a long a, as she hesitantly maneuvers her neon blue, sports car north, up the I-95 between New Jersey and Massachusetts. Traffic whizzes past, and a gray sky overhead mirrors the tall buildings found on the outskirts of New York City, as my aunt dubiously attempts to follow the…