A SNIPPET OF MELANCHOLY

I'm straying from the subjects of reading and writing and critiquing this morning. Please indulge me these few nostalgic moments as I've thought about my grandmother often of late. I don't know whether it's because I'm in my sixties now and the grandmother of five, or because my body's changing. Yet again. Specifically, my hair. Although it still hangs well below my shoulders, the texture is coarser now, and my hair lacks the auburn highlights and sheen that drew praise from strangers when I was