Poem: “Ethics“ by Linda Pastan

Song: “Free” by Deniece Williams

I got my first gray hair at the age of twelve. Several others joined it, making a small white patch in the back of my head, when I was in my twenties. I didn’t pull them out; they didn’t bother me. I knew that I’d gray early. My father had done the same, a full head of salt and pepper hair in curly waves that he often wore pulled back into a ponytail. Somehow my father made that look chic, even when an undeniable bald spot appeared at...