Dyeing

I've always had white hair since I was a little kid. My brother, too. We believed it was some kind of strange follicle birthmark. But now the proliferation of grays on my considerably older and wiser noggin can only be chocked up to... well, being older and wiser.

I figure I'm about 6-12 months away from having to make a crucial decision plaguing thirty-something women everywhere: To dye or not to dye. I mean, once you start, you can't stop. Sort of like heroin. But not really. Okay--not at all.

So what to do? I've been debating for a while now. In the meantime, I fight the urge to pluck the grays while mourning the loss of my lovely dark hair.