Catherine Gigante-Brown

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

The overinflated American work ethic is slowly killing us. It’s constantly pushing us to do more — put in longer hours, check business emails on personal time, take calls from our bosses when we’re chilling in Cancun.

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

“It’s almost as though this niche was patiently waiting for us to find it.”

Mindel and Maria were young teenagers when the horrors occurred—but they remembered the tiniest details with crystal-clear intensity.

In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.