First, I'm not white. I'm a Black girl. I just happened to have landed smack-dab in the middle of Sherman Oaks, California...Or as I like to call it, Ground Zero for All Things White. It's also the place where White People are manufactured.
Second, I'm not a racist. Before you put in a call to your congressman, or worse, the NAACP, just know this...I love all people. Unless, of course, they give me a reason not to. But that's another subject for another time.
Finally, the opinions expressed on this blog are mine, and mine alone. I'm putting that out there for those of you who believe that every Black person speaks for every other Black person. Contrary to popular belief, we are not a monolithic people. That means that I cannot speak for everyone. So when you read something here, don't go asking your Black friends about it because they may not appreciate the questions.
Now we've gotten all that out of the way, stay tuned for random installments of Living My White Life by M. Mathews.
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