Veeder: What makes us beautiful

WATFORD CITY, N.D. — My hair is turning gray. Well, it s been turning gray since my late 20s, but now I seem to be shocking people with it. To be fair, when I left for chemo treatment in the spring, my hair was long and dark, with some nicely managed sparkles of gray here and there. When I returned home six weeks later, it was short, thin, wild and, yeah, pretty dang gray. It was a drastic transition, one that I decided to roll with because what s the point of dying hair that was coming out in clumps? Woah, your hair! is the first thing out of about everyone s mouth when they haven t seen me in a while. Woah, my hair! is the first thing out of my mouth every morning when I wake up to find it standing on end and reminding me, along with my aching neck and stiff ankle, that I am fluffy, but not in a spring chicken sort of way. When I first moved back to my family s ranch in my late 20s, I remember writing a piece on my blog about how I intended on aging out on the