About a month ago I posted on my Facebook business page what I thought was a fairly lovely -- and innocuous -- photo of two beautiful women, Maggie Smith and Judi Dench. I captioned it: 'Two divine women. No wild outfits. No heavy make-up or plastic surgery.' The post got nearly 16 million views.
In my early 50s, when coloring my hair began to take up more and more of my time and energy, I decided that I had way better things to do than spend hours in the hairdresser's chair every few weeks. I gave up the fight and embraced the white.
Sure it's fun when I'm mistaken for being 15 years younger, as happened last summer at a thriller writers conference I attended, but how important is that, really? Isn't what kind of person I am and what I've accomplished what matters most?