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…or gray, if you prefer. So, it’s pretty obvious that I am prematurely graying (see also pic from B is for Butchered). If you’ve ever wondered from which side the gray hair gene is passed, I can with confidence tell you it is the mother’s. My beautiful mother saw her hair starting to turn in her early twenties and I in my teens. Like my mother, I colored my hair for years. My reasoning was not to cover the gray but more because I liked changing my hair color whenever I desired. Around 2003, at the age of 24, I decided to chop my hair off and no longer color it. I have since been au naturale and have received varying comments. I am often times amazed at how many people feel comfortable asking me whether or not my hair is “natural” and am flattered that most of the times it is well received. I can vividly recall a time on the subway when I was annoyed with everyone crammed around me and my hair acted as a conversation starter with one of the passengers next to me. This small talk on the train helped to re-humanize those I shared a commute with and let me realize that my annoyance was a waste of energy. I guess this is one of the ways God has given me to connect with others during this time on earth.

While living in Brookline, MA, husband and I were lucky enough to see two games at Fenway Park. The company I worked for at the time had four season tickets and raffled them off each season. Most people are lucky if they get to see one game at this historic park because of the cost due to demand for seats. The pictures here are from a 2004 game against our hometown team the then Anaheim Angels.

This was the Red Sox year since they went on to the playoffs as a wild card team then went all the way to win the world series. Needless to say, unless you don’t follow baseball at all, this was a huge deal. A historic year to have visited the park and we were even more fortunate to live only a few blocks from the ball park at the time. I heartily recommend that if you ever find yourself in Boston during baseball season try your darnedest to catch a game. Or, if nothing else, at least pay a visit to beautiful, historic Fenway Park.