Word: gray
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Mary had neglected to tell her sister that she had given up artificial color. So as the twins drew near each other, Alice recalls, "I got to watch my undyed older self walking toward me. I was sort of fascinated. My roots told me I was as gray or grayer than she, but here she was with it all hanging out. And no offense to my sister, but I thought it was a sort of haggard look." After the reunion, Mary decided her experiment in gray was over, and she redyed her hair the same shade of brown...
...practically on a whim, I decided - after nearly a quarter-century of every-three-weeks hair-salon coloring - to buck convention and stop dyeing my hair. And I found to my surprise that by visually challenging my peers (if I was really gray, so must they be!), I unwittingly landed myself on the front lines of a public struggle - literally superficial but at the same time almost existentially meaningful to American women - with the vicissitudes...
...What else has changed? It seemed a little more intimate [back then]. The director would always be there for every showing. I still remember seeing Steven Soderbergh at two o'clock in the middle of the afternoon for his Spalding Gray documentary...
...responsibilities and bring it up to Cabinet level. This would show that the new President means business when it comes to national service and would recognize that service is integral to how America thinks of itself - and how the President thinks of America. And don't appoint a gray bureaucrat to this job; make it someone like Arnold Schwarzenegger or Mike Bloomberg, who would capture the imagination of the public. In fact, the next President - whatever party - should set a goal to enlist at least 1 million Americans annually in national service by the year...
...March on Washington from Marks. Sammie Mae Henley lived on Cotton Street in 1968 and still lives there today, surviving on a $620 a month Social Security check, sitting on the plywood porch of the same tumbledown shack that King visited 39 years ago. She is 80, with gunmetal-gray hair pulled back in a bun and eyes that are warm and rheumy, blinking at the politician and the reporters. "You are not 80 years old!" Edwards hollered at her. "You are looking good, I'm telling you!" She eyed him skeptically, and soon he and the media horde moved...