Women Writers, Women's Books: Asking for Trouble
Perhaps because I have been reared as part of a generation of independent women, perhaps because I have been taught that I am a capable individual, perhaps because I am a people-pleaser by nature, I cringe every time I ask anyone to do me a favor. Even something as simple as carpooling with other mothers for children’s activities is uncomfortable for me unless I know that I am driving as frequently (or preferably more often) than the other mothers involved.
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