An essay from guest blogger Wanda Cooper, MA More than few people have commented that I share the same name with Ahmaud Arbery’s mom. My sons woke up this morning and wished me Happy Mother’s Day, and though I’m blessed, I could not help but to think of her today. She will never hear those words again from him. I wish to tell her that what she is going through is the biggest fear that so many African American mothers pray we may never know. The fear that the racist, hateful,

I wait in dread for our encounter. I dread the signs on front lawns, the red hats, and the election division that will come this fall.