What a deathbed confession and a long-disappeared sibling taught me about a woman’s right to choose.
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You could argue with my mother about many things, but not about abortion. She believed in a woman’s right to choose in the same way that she believed in a woman’s right to vote. There was no point in arguing either issue, and as far as I can remember, we never even tried. When my younger sister briefly joined a pro-life group right after she graduated college, she told me, but she prudently did not mention it to my mother.
