I’ve never been vain about my hair. Even as it emigrates to my ears and nose, I don’t mourn the loss of hair atop my head. I subscribe to the lesson behind the old joke about a wife complaining of her husband: “He’s so sensitive about his hair. I don’t know why — he hasn’t got any!”
In February of 2012, I wrote in this space about my attempt to grow enough hair to donate to charities that specialize in making wigs for children. The original plan was to wait until the end of the school year and cut it as one of my class projects for my students. Because I figured I was too old and my hair too scarce to actually donate for a wig, I looked into alternatives. An organization called Locks of Love takes shorter, grey hair and sells it to pay for overhead expenses. I was on my way!