COMBED THROUGH THE STACK of mail on the kitchen counter. A squishy, flat package piqued my interest. It was addressed to me, but I couldn’t imagine what was Five months earlier, in the throes of debating whether to keep coloring my hair or let it go natural, I had (what seemed to me) the brilliant idea to order a wig. I reasoned that if I disliked how my white locks looked growing out, I could still pretend to have red hair. But the custom color had to be special ordered. Now that the fake hair arrived, I’d come to terms with my natural look.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 27
Dec 16, 2022
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