Women, do you tell your age?

I asked a friend today how old she'll be on her next birthday. She replied emphatically, "Oh no! I never tell my age!" I was so surprised; haven't we outgrown this archaic sign of vanity?

No wonder that women are rushing to get plastic surgery, if they can't reveal their true age even to a close friend! Do they still require the pretense of youth to feel good about themselves?

My friend admitted that when she was young she was determined not to repeat her mother's refusal to tell her age. (My mother, until very recently, did the same.) It was typical of that and previous generations of women. But she finds herself "unable" to break the taboo.

If we still hold onto these superficial notions of self-worth, we have not advanced to the 21st century.

It's time to grow up...and to grow old.

The Destructiveness of Anger

Anger is like a thunderstorm
that leaves disaster in its wake.
It brings hail, lightning and tornadoes
that cut a path through another person's heart.

Angry people have no way of warning you
to stay out of harm’s way.
They have no control of the forces
that erupt inside of them and shatter the calm.

Saying “I’m sorry” is insufficient, for
anger destroys the marital bond.
One can only hope there are funds of wisdom and love
to explore and repair the damage done.