tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post8306287949085511890..comments2023-09-09T06:16:38.457-07:00Comments on Mel, A Dramatic Mommy: Standing Out in A CrowdMelanie Sheridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04100313047776018999noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post-86512645116786358992011-01-28T10:50:15.622-08:002011-01-28T10:50:15.622-08:00I grew up in Richmond, Virginia and spent most of ...I grew up in Richmond, Virginia and spent most of my life in the state of Georgia, specifically Atlanta. I don't know if I can communicate this the way I'd like to, but I feel compelled to try. Please forgive me if it comes out the wrong way.<br /><br />One of the things I miss the most about living in San Diego is having regular exposure to, and interactions with, the black community. I have black friends of course, but I mean beyond that. I don't believe in stereotyping and know that good, fun, smart and engaging people come from everywhere. As do assholes. Having said that, I feel sad that I don't get the chance to interact with a group of people that I spent most of my life interacting with. <br /><br />I hope that came out okay. I hesitate sometimes to chime in on conversations that don't specifically pertain to me. But I could relate--in a different way obviously--to what you wrote here Mel and I wanted to share my thoughts.JenniferfromLaJollahttp://theworldaccordingtojennifer.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post-15643795182404463692011-01-26T11:34:33.769-08:002011-01-26T11:34:33.769-08:00Love this post!
XO,
Your white friend.Love this post!<br /><br />XO,<br />Your white friend.San Diego Mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12624915698900874371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post-17009847947890341462011-01-25T14:02:05.627-08:002011-01-25T14:02:05.627-08:00@Bejewell ROFL!
@Michele I think that is the num...@Bejewell ROFL! <br /><br />@Michele I think that is the number one question I get!Melanie Sheridanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04100313047776018999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post-9693286279604442272011-01-25T13:40:23.824-08:002011-01-25T13:40:23.824-08:00You are hilarious! I felt the same way when we liv...You are hilarious! I felt the same way when we lived in AZ. <br /><br />I remember walking around Target one day with the kids. A Black woman spotted me. We made eye contact. There was that awkward moment where you could see the elation in our eyes over seeing someone of color that wasn't in our immediate family. We might've blushed. She walked away. I walked away. She came scurrying back with her cart and asked in a desperate way, "I'm so sorry. I know this sounds... But... you're the... well, first... anyway... (sigh) Where do you get your hair done?!"<br /><br />We ended up having a great conversation between Hallmark cards in Target. I referred her to my hair dresser and she ended up becoming a regular member of the church we went to out there.<br /><br />Needless to say I'm glad to be back in San Diego, but apparently a different suburb because these days instead of my kids complaining, "Why are we the only brown people around here?" they say, "Wow Mom! There are some many different colored people here!" :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308981464139716859.post-60121911731387026562011-01-25T13:27:25.601-08:002011-01-25T13:27:25.601-08:00I felt the same way when I drove a Volkswagen, liv...I felt the same way when I drove a Volkswagen, living in Texas. Now I drive a Ford and those guys are EVERYWHERE!<br /><br />(Kidding. I hope you find an opportunity to meet them. Making new friends is always awesome, regardless of the situation.)Bejewellhttp://themusicalfruit.netnoreply@blogger.com