Spending more time indoors and in front of the screen comes with a burden: the so-called Zoom fatigue is a widely shared experience now. On top of that, the possible lack of sleep, stress, and lifestyle (or changes of it) adds to the factors that are making us tired and our skin age faster. It all shows very quickly under our eyes.
When I went to St Lawrence Hospital in June 1982, I really did not know how sick my grandfather was. So I was thoroughly shocked as he was yelling and threatening to hurt people. This was the beginning of the end.
Growing up(around the age of 6 and 7)my mother and I were close. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was always sheltering me from the outside world. It caused me to be kind of an awkward kid. My social skills with the people around me were bad. I was comfortable being locked inside with my mother and sister, knowing we were all safe.
Even in 2020, society still tends to lie to women about pretty much everything. Modern ladies of all ages are given impossible standards to meet and told how they should want to look, what they should want out of life, and so much more. It’s officially time to stop buying into these widespread myths, and the process starts with becoming more aware of them. How many of the following do you still buy into?
When I went to college in 1982, I was 6 feet tall, and light enough at 135 pounds, that my huge ears could have taken me airborne with a strong wind. My long, hooked nose was also hard to miss and looking more like an eleven year old didn't do me any favors either. I was an easy target for the guys on my floor, and the barbs came nonstop. But they had no idea, and ultimately cementing my place, I had guys exactly where I wanted them. You see, I learned from the best. In my family, survival means knowing how to roll with a slight and then apply just enough sarcasm to gain the upper hand. The source of these skills are easy to pinpoint - my grandfather, Charlie Monetti. He set the table for two centuries of Monetti laughter, and an account from my grandmother perfectly describes how all the back and forth emanated from his presence.
Becoming a mother is a hard enough job as is, let alone being a mother to a child of a different race. As a Caucasian woman I’ve never had to personally experience racism. However, my boyfriend of five years is Puerto Rican, and he has experienced prejudice throughout his life. I believe as a whole that white people are out of touch with the fact that racism is still very much alive in America. Of course, a group of people who don’t experience racism aren’t going to see that it is still an ongoing issue. It can be hard to relate to something you’ve never witnessed first hand.