Curl Up & Dye

Somewhere in the mix of bleach and survival, I wonder if my hair was already going gray back then—I was just too busy dyeing to notice.

At 25, when my life was imploding and I had no words to articulate what was happening—specifically, the collapse of my marriage—I kept thinking: I’m having a midlife crisis. At 44, I really hope that wasn’t true.

Surely, it was just a quarter-life crisis, right?

I guess we will know in a few years….

It seems almost laughable— being twenty and having a cris…