Editor’s Note: In a 10-part series titled “Sincerely, Michelle,” Michelle Singletary gets personal about common misconceptions involving race and inequality. This is the fifth column in the series, but each column also stands alone.
Let me tell you about where I live.
On my early-morning walks with my Yorkie mix Simba, we often encounter small families of deer, which see so many human walkers and runners in my neighborhood that they glance up but don’t dash away. If I’m not in a rush, I’ll stop to watch geese swim in the two ponds we pass.
My two-story, two-car-garage Colonial home, tucked into a cul-de-sac, sits on close to an acre of land and backs onto a wooded area. My deck wraps around the back of the house with a screened-in gazebo. There’s an unspoken rivalry between the neighbors over who can keep their grass so plush and green