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Bekah

I didn’t want him to be angry, I didn’t want to have to fight about it. So it was easier just to do what he said.

As I was putting together the Finding Our Voices inaugural exhibit, Bekah and I discovered that during a visit to her mother while she was dying, her mother—who was also my best friend, Bekah, and I were all trapped in nightmare situations with the men who ostensibly loved us, with none of us—mother/daughter; daughter/mother; best friends—realizing this about the others.