“It’s been nine months since I’ve seen you,” Elenita said.

I just nodded my head and did the math. I knew it hadn’t been that long since I’d had my mom make an appointment with her stylist. Still, it had been months. I go six months between touch-ups, not six weeks.

I waver on my acceptance of my canas (grays), or my natural highlights. For summer, and an upcoming wedding, I wanted an even, dark brown tone, pretty much my natural color. I also was getting tired of the comments from the ladies at the nail salon.

The grays will be back. They’re pretty damn persistent.