As A Mother Of A Black Boy, I Constantly Worry
Will he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?
May 2000 — I had missed my period and suspected I might be pregnant. A couple of grocery store pregnancy tests later, I knew that a little human being was growing inside me. I called the doctor’s office the next day, and they asked me to come in a few weeks later.
Those weeks were amongst the most exciting of my life —…
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