Catherine Gigante-Brown

Were you going to run into that cute guy John Williams on the way home? Would you see Anne Marie by the lockers and sort out what to do for the weekend? It was hit-or-miss, and that was the beauty of it. The breath-holding chance of it all. Now, our kids’ friends are as close as a keyboard stroke away. It’s too easy.

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.

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

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

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

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

What Stephen didn’t know –– what no one knew –– was how weak my knees grew when I pushed through the swinging doors of the ICU.

After I got over the initial devastation, I pulled myself up by my big-girl panties and got on with it. Chemo was no picnic—but it was do-able.

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?