I stood at the end of my driveway this morning, adjusting the hood of my jacket before my Pomeranian and I headed off for a brief morning walk in the rain.

As I stood there juggling the leash, my phone, and the hood of my jacket, a car drove past with 3 elderly white people. They all stared at me, the black woman, pulling a hood over her dreadlocks in the rain.

I fantasised them asking whoever they came to visit whether they were aware of the black woman in the neighbourhood and whether they knew if I was the help or not.

And then I pondered what that said about me, my biases, and my assumptions about theirs.

What a sad world we live in.

This post first appeared on Medium on November 14, 2015