But that’s not what her dad thought. He didn’t like her driving in the first place and always wanted her brother to drive her. This was embarrassing Sara and today she sneaked the keys and left her house. Going to her friend Joe’s house, suddenly a man backed out of his driveway without looking. Sara was driving on the street and the man hit her car. The police were called and Sara’s parents. It was obvious it was not her fault but when Sara got home her dad grounded her for a month because she drove without his permission.
The Pi-Ku is a tiny three-line poetry form derived from the first three digits of π=3.14. Whoever first wrote using this form is a mystery. It goes something like this:
Sara was a quiet, gentle woman who disliked celebrations, or surprises. Unfortunately her birthday was coming up and she assumed something was up by the way her friends were whispering. She was one of a group of reserved women who rarely made noise in the dorm and never delivered unkind words even when thinking them. This night she was an invited guest at a smug gathering place only to receive her birthday surprise. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the party.
To know myself is not easy. Especially in today’s world, at my age. When I was young and a mother of three so busy with life, just an ordinary life, I had no time to think about myself except to try to be the best wife, housewife and mother I could be. Oh, I took classes to improve, etc but it always came down to me, alone at the helm, always wondering if I was doing okay.
So thinking now I realize every woman may feel those feelings, those struggles to be the best at what you do, simply because you are a woman. Maybe that’s why this over fifty complex I’m in has a lot more women than men. Maybe it’s in our DNA because we are the caretakers, the stronger ones. No offense to men, because I love men, but at least my generation, born in the forties after the Second World War where many women were supposed to “hold the fort” is it in our DNA? I mean no disrespect to any gender, especially in today’s world where all are considered acceptable and true. It’s about time…
Knowing myself is still up for grabs, depending on the day. I am glad not to be in charge anymore, because depending on who I’m supporting. Older, I can see both sides many times so end up confused whereas I used to have a black and white attitude. I’m softer now, thank heavens, or the gods, or experiences, or growth. I think growth may be the winner. Feel free to delete this post😬
The Bag Lady 
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