Two days after my 40th birthday, my husband and I attended a friend’s wedding in Palm Springs, California. Seated among strangers, we made small talk about fashion and first-world problems that filled time rather than stimulated the mind. It was then that a wedding guest narrowed in at my roots and said, “I like how you’re embracing the grays.”
Dumfounded, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Well, life has been busy and ...”
“No really,” he interrupted. “So many women try to hide their aging beauty. It really works on you.”
