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  • The Leland Cheuk talks cancer, mothers, and blame.

    He really does. And you can read the Cheuk's “'Let Me Pass Away': When Your Mother Blames You for Your Cancer Diagnosis" at Catapult by going here. You are also invited to read some excerpt below. Word.

    "How is a mother supposed to react when her child becomes gravely ill? She’s supposed to help in some way. Provide hugs, tell me to stay positive. Tell me she loves me. Isn’t that what mothers do?

    "My mother has never, even under the most ideal circumstances, done any of those things. In her house, she keeps framed photos of her standing next to my brother and me at our respective college graduations. When I first noticed those pictures, it was the closest I’d ever felt to being an object of my mother’s pride.

    "When it comes to medical matters, for her, nothing counts as cured if not cured by Eastern medicine. After my diagnosis at Memorial Sloan Kettering, one of the top cancer centers in the nation, my mother was skeptical that the only cure to my disease was the risky and grueling stem cell transplant the doctors recommended. She suggested that I try acupuncture instead."

  • Stranger Things, Winona Ryder and most definitely the River Phoenix, yo.

    We are admittedly late to the game on Stranger Things, but we are decidedly in love. We also love "This is an Essay About Stranger Things (for the Girls Who Love River Phoenix)." Winona Ryder. And yes, most definitely River Phoenix. Hard. Excerpt below.


    "Video games are a dot eating a dot. Religion is the talk on a cereal box. Horror is friendly; you save it a place at dinner. A simple, single thought like a house or a mean dog or that girl with the pious mother, a girl who’s been pushed too far. Horror has a shape and a name and a location. Its shape is shark, its name is Stephen King, its location is the lake at night. A turned ankle. What was that? everyone is saying over every errant noise. Everyone is what-was-that-ing and wearing thick sweaters and forgetting one another after eighth grade. It’s nothing, you say, not scared because you have an older sister and a boyfriend named River Phoenix."