T he thing about being a redhead is that we're in this alone. Redheads are the only group of people I can identify with. And redheads do identify with each other.Like a special club. We have special subway smiles. A certain way of flipping and bouncing our red locks to communicate secret messages to each other.

I suspect it was some similar form of coded communication that caused an inordinate number of us to be hunted down and burned at Salem. I suspect these redheaded "witches" were nothing more than loners. Witches one century, independent women the next; it makes me wonder why there's such an element of danger in being different from the crowd.