“When my mom was first diagnosed with cancer, I learned the word "malignant" and heard the word "spread" and knew the word "hope" was a mirage, a fantasy that would only make things worse. But then I learned the word… — Matt Blackstone Copy Share Image
“The lunchroom is filling fast, the heavy air filled with the smell of oil. Grease, salt, a deep fryer...yup, french fries, again. I feel… — Matt Blackstone Copy Share
“When my mom was first diagnosed with cancer, I learned the word "malignant" and heard the word "spread" and knew the word "hope" was… — Matt Blackstone Copy Share
“Legs are my favorite part. I never snap them off with a single bite. I nibble on them slowly as I work my way… — Matt Blackstone Copy Share
