Catherine Gigante-Brown

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Why do we venerate individuality in adults but condemn it in children?

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

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

My husband and I agreed: raising a child with an independent spirit who made decisions for himself was a good thing.

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.

Re-imagining the cervix, preserving the earth, facing breast cancer a whole new way…Annie Sprinkle’s wisdom abounds. “Life is a performance art piece,” she said...

Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions wasn't your typical cutesie baby fare. It was raw, real—and unabashedly funny.

Even when I explained to my son that he came from a long line of short people, it didn’t help. David still felt bad about being small. How could a five-year-old possibly get this type of size-shaming message? From other people, mostly insensitive adults. They gave him the idea that bigger was somehow better.

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.