Happy White Girl: The Story
As with most things in my life, there is a story behind the name of this blog.
When I was an undergrad at the University of Florida, I lived in the Student Ghetto. (I believe it’s called College Park these days. As my pal Jen would say – how fancy!)
While walking through the neighborhood one day, I passed an elderly african-american gentleman who was sitting in a chair in his front yard.
As I strolled past him he looked at me and said, “My. Aren’t you just a happy white girl.”
I thought for a second before I turned to him and replied, “Yes. Why yes I am.”
That was a defining moment for me. An “AH-HA!” moment, if you will.
From that day on, I have always thought of myself in those terms. I AM a happy white girl. Nothing more. Nothing less.
No matter how challenging my life has gotten (and Lord knows it has gotten pretty gosh darn challenging at times) I have survived it by asking myself, “Now how would a happy white girl handle this?” I have then tried to act accordingly.
In this blog I will share with you snapshots of my life – the good, the bad and the funny.
You will hear all about my daughter, my divorce and rebuilding my life at middle-age. If you are really lucky I’ll even tell you about Pixie – my intestinal parasite.
Life can be messy but that doesn’t mean you can’t laugh while you are cleaning it up.
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January 29, 2010 at 11:07 pm
I remember your apt in the student ghetto. My friend Russ rented a house near there, and I would park and walk to campus from there.
Great start onm the blog
January 29, 2010 at 11:41 pm
It was a great apt! An attic with no interior walls or air conditioning. We used to drink beer on the roof. Now that will be a blog post Good memories!
February 2, 2010 at 11:26 pm
My gawd, but you can write, girl! Happy white girl, indeed. So you gave up on eHarmony, too? Well, so did I. Once I passed a magic age threshold, it was all over … unless you’re into pen-pals outta state for hours each night. Frankly, I’d rather watch TV or read a book! So Match.com it is. We gals also need to research a few others, like ‘mysinglefriend.com,’ which is apparently a much cooler way to do this overseas. Get those married friends to recommend you, kinda like on LinkedIn. And then there’s some new site for seniors (okay, okay, just kidding) … or sites for really smart people (lost that link). Anyway, I’ll be a faithful follower of your tell-all, Michelle! Hook ‘em horns!