
When I am an Old Woman I Shall Dye My Hair Purple
When I am an Old Woman I Shall Dye My Hair Purple In early 2000 I flew to San Francisco with my newly adopted baby. At 46 and still jet lagged, I pushed her stroller through our Oakland neighborhood. “Your granddaughter is beautiful,” said a woman on a park bench. Granddaughter. Right. I went home and dyed my gray hair red. It was my first experience, not of trying to look younger, but of trying




