We stared at the piece of plastic and sank into the futon. Positive. We were sure of it even as our minds struggled to grasp the enormity and totality of its meaning. Positive. Were we ready for this, for anything? Positive. We were going to be parents.
Editor’s Note: Donovan and I have known each other for nearly two years, first meeting shortly after I moved into the North Side of Wilmington, Delaware. Our shared community – the small city he grew up in and the neighborhood I was new to – had recently seen an escalation in violent crime. This interview…