A man's house is his castle, or so they say. The problem is, for many men today, the castle includes a giant screen TV, with the volume turned up, displaying something violent. And where, exactly, does that leave the woman in his life? Frazzled!
I don't want to be the woman approaching retirement age (and I am) who is constantly bringing up the good old days.
But I have to say it: There is an enormous contrast between today's television content and what I remember from my childhood in the 1950s, my youth in the 1960s and my young parenthood in the decades after that.
The television news coverage of panicked, grieving families awaiting word of the fate of the passengers on Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 has been heartbreaking to watch.
Since families were notified Monday, analysis of satelite information revealed the jet must have crashed into the Indian Ocean, the loved ones of the victims are now experiencing a terrible, unexpected loss.
Passengers of many ages were on the plane. When they boarded that flight, family and friends left behind had no idea they would never see them again.
It happens every year at my house as the April 15 tax-filing deadline nears. Once my IRS forms are filed, I take the folder with all the supporting receipts, invoices and forms to our home office filing cabinet to store.
Inside this drawer are numerous hanging file folders containing insurance policies, investment documents, automobile titles, loan papers and other documents. Stuffing the new file into what little remaining space there is, I ask myself, "Do I really need all this stuff?" and then, "Should some of this be more securely stored?"