Catherine Gigante-Brown

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.

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

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

We’ve pieced ourselves back together in a patchwork quilt of ragged emotions. The aftermath of 9/11 wasn’t easy for us, yet it was much easier than for some. People standing 50 feet away from Peter didn’t come home that night; he did.

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

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

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

sex sage. fetish specialist. author.

When David was about 12, he told me that he wanted to take the train to school alone. My gut reaction was, “No way in hell!” I mean, we live in a safe neighborhood and all, but David has ADHD and was easily distracted. What if he missed his stop? What if someone messed with him?

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.