Coney Island by Stella Blackmon

What are you up to this weekend? We are going to the beach, and in an effort to get the kids to eat more fruit, we’re making a monochromatic fruit salad. We’ll see if it works! Hope you have a good one, and here are a few links from around the web…

Are you allowed to criticize Simone Biles? Take this quiz.

Also, this is FASCINATING.

Five things that surprised me about being in an interracial marriage.”

Love these pretty sandals.

The dreamiest Fire Island retreat.

I just finished this memoir and LOVED it.

Why so many millennials are obsessed with dogs. (The Atlantic)

Also, hahahaha.

What we’re never spending money on again,” including frozen pizza and luxury loungewear.

Ooh, would you make this summer pasta?

The prettiest color of kitchen cabinets.

Plus, three reader comments:

Says Rachel on what does it mean to think of cancer as a battle: “My friend D., who had worked as a hospice social worker for a decade early in his professional life, chose to view his metastatic cancer diagnosis as an uninvited dance partner, someone to approach with curiosity, grace and humor as they moved together across time and space.”

Says Maaike on what does it mean to think of cancer as a battle: “I am a cancer survivor, but I never felt the battle analogy was helpful. The analogy I felt was most appropriate was that having cancer was like being in a storm. It was — as it is with weather — not something you could fight. You just have to hold on tight and hope to get through it. And then, when you are done with treatment, and when you can hopefully finally breathe again, you have to survey the wreckage and pick up the pieces and put yourself back together whichever way you still fit. And, yes, you can find victory in that.”

Says Carmen on what does it mean to think of cancer as a battle: “My mom specifically requested that her obituary say she died after an ‘adventure’ with cancer. She and I had many adventures in our 19 years together, so this made sense to me. She felt that, as awful and brutal as the experience of cancer was, there was also too much beauty in it to call it a battle. And it was true — our community showed us so much love. Now, 20 years later, I can more fully appreciate what a gift it has been to be able to frame the experience as an adventure.”

(Photo of Coney Island by Stella Blackmon.)